West LA, California
Downtown LA, California
Mataró, Catalunya
Barcelona, Catalunya
The cold air enters the old wooden blinds in my old room in this beautiful old city. At some time between 10 and 11 am, when the large building across the street allows it, the sun shines straight into my space, where I sit and soak it up. It's January, and the time it takes to warm up jogging up the mountain near my home, to warm up the low-water-pressure shower, to warm up my hands when I'm typing, drawing, writing, or rolling a cigarette, all takes longer. The sun thaws me out, as does my old oil heater in times when this sun isn't out.
Been into trees lately; shifting from Autumn to Winter, from place to place, metro to metro. Had a great time back home, and seeing these masts of life in the new year, well, it's a good thing.
