Color
I said goodbye to South Dakota last week. Unlike the fall season of Los Angeles, October is full of natural color on the trees, color that wished me goodbye. For the first time in a few years, I don’t know exactly when I’ll be back. 
It’s odd that a place I hated so would provoke so much emotion, and that saying goodbye would be as painful. I’m back to monochromatic greens, wishing I could see brilliant reds and yellows, wishing there wasn’t as much traffic. 
It’s funny how you miss the smallest things: I miss my coffee maker. I miss conversation in the frame store across the street. I miss printing news stories to read at lunchtime and after work. I miss the pictures that hung in my living room. I miss easy solitude and quiet. 
I’m up the California coastline near Ventura. Everything’s been glum after an overabundance of rain and although my threshold for glum is considerable, I wouldn’t mind a natural orange, red, or yellow.
At least I have some pictures.
1:31:27 PM 
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