california in january
The trees are whispering, calling out to the birds that hoot to each other from beneath the branches. This place is the last paradise, with its cerulean water that reflects the sunlight with glasslike precision. The sky is a blistering shade of blue, and the palm fronds lining the water wave to each other with outstretched fingers. As the wind picks up, the trees dance together, swaying in an elegant waltz to the sound of silence. The smell of sunburnt wicker chairs and bamboo fills the void-the fish are swimming in the air, drunk with pleasure. Silver, maroon, gold, sienna, coral, pearl. They follow in waves towards their final destination, licking the tops of the trees as they pass by.
