Monday, December 3, 2012


San Fernando Valley

When you come from a country where it’s summer all the time you'll appreciate weather like this: foggy, rainy, cold, with blowing wind swirling autumn leaves up in the air. When I was growing up, Dad and I used to walk to the farm at dawn. At times it would be too foggy it messes up with visibility such that you are inches away from people and you stopped just short of kissing their noses and you’ll never know who you’re going to bump into and it doesn’t really matter, it’s the vibe, floating in the air, like fog….

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