I am captivated by the beauty of this town. On a clear day, like yesterday, you can see the mountains, snow-capped and looming in the distance. The water, a rich, inviting blue as the sun reflects off its smooth surface. The big ol' moon hanging in the big black sky. The Space Needle is my beacon of hope. If I can see it, I can orient myself. And the trees. So many trees. You'd think I'd come from hicksville, my eyes are so wide. Santa Cruz is beautiful but so is this place. And I live here!
The weather has been so warm, you'd think I was still in the Cruz (minus the ocean). Yay for flip flops and freckles!