Home again. I’ve said that before, haven’t I? First I turn on the air conditioner, which Buck is always turning off. Then I unpack; then I plug Fluffy in and say “Hi” to the blog.
But it was time to leave Sunset Strip. Outside the House of Blues last night, after supper, I felt a breeze from up the street and heard it through the trees. Sudden yearning for more trees and less concrete. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
The lovely weather will be missed, though. And the neon.
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