It’s so quiet this time of night. Soft lights, the dashboard slowed down almost to a halt, air finally cooled down. Being in California is strange. Every day feels exactly the same.
I run errands, i stay inside designing, painting, scheming, etc. It’s really hot and the sun feels a million times brighter here. Everything is dusty, the paint is peeling, in a state of decay. It feels surreal.
And i miss the rain.