Usually when I am driving around the city under a gorgeous sky, on palm tree lined streets, moist breeze blowing in my windows I am in awe that I live in LA. Los Angeles – the magical place, a place of possibilities.
But today, my mood shifted. Something had changed. And as I drove across town, seeing old neighborhoods, watching people cross the street, waiting for construction traffic to clear up, I felt LA as a place, like any other place. Just another city, not defined by any Angelino definition. A place where people live and work and create their lives. The magical possibilities I usually see here, seemed no different from any other city.
I know this is not necessarily the case. And I know when I go drive the city again I will be awed again. I will think “WOW!” this is LA. And see the magic again. In the dusk-soaked sky. Smell the possibilities on the wind.
But for now, it’s interesting, feeling LA as a city, like any other and not the magical Never Never Land that it mostly is.
* photo by Dopamine Junkie