You know how sometimes it's impossible to describe how beautiful things are, and even photos don't do them justice, so you just have to try your best and hope that others get to experience them at some point in their lives?

That's how I feel about the sunset I saw on Saturday.




This weekend, the weather was perfect. I'm not talking about, "It was sunny and in the 70s, blah blah blah" perfect (even though it was). I'm talking about I woke up and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, I went to the beach and got into in the freezing cold Pacific Ocean, got out, and STILL wasn't cold, and then laid on my stomach on a towel for two hours without getting a single goosebump (if you know me, you know this is a huge feat), because there was that little of a chilly breeze, and the temperature was that sweetly pitch-perfect. I don't even know what the actual temperature was, because it doesn't matter. It happened, and it was fantastic.




We spent the weekend in Hermosa Beach at our friends' place, four blocks from the beach. We slept on a real bed (thanks again, Stafford), woke up to sunshine and palm trees, ate delicious breakfasts, went to the beach, biked along the strand, chilled in the hot tub...you know, typical October activities.

Sarah and Cameron, you guys are the best.












But Saturday night was the headliner.




Sarah correctly predicted that the weather was an indicator of how amazing the sunset was going to be, so as the sun started sinking lower in the sky, we hopped in the car and headed up to Palos Verdes, which is essentially the area of hills at the southern end of the LA Basin along the coast where a bunch of rich people live. It also has a spectacular view of the ocean, the entire coastline of the LA area, and, on an especially clear day, even downtown Los Angeles and the mountains behind it. Lucky for us, it was an especially clear day. There was almost no smog, which is a newsworthy occurrence here. We could see clear across the giant bay, and I finally got an idea of what the landscape of our new home actually looks like.








Do you see that? Downtown LA. From a DISTANCE. You can see the tops of the MOUNTAINS. I couldn't get enough. I drank it up like a little kid drinking juice after a long day at the beach...which I was, essentially. I love that photo. It makes Los Angeles look so small, or those mountains look so big, however you want to think about it. I am in love with this state, and this area. We have the ocean. We have mountains. We have hiking, celebrities, beaches, forests, snow only a couple hours away if we need it, a city full of endless possibilities, palm trees...

Palm trees, you guys. Palm trees.

Moral of the story: I'm so, so, so happy to be here. I haven't been this happy in a long time. Part of that might have to do with the fact that I got a job (it's a nanny gig, I'm doing my trial week right now to make sure it's going to work out, so I'm not going to talk about it more until it's 100% nailed down), and part of it might have to do with the fact that I can go to my friends' apartment for a weekend away at the beach, and that I am surrounded by a lot of creativity and flowing ideas that give me so much excitement for the years to come.

Anyway, sunset:




Surfer, about to fall










Old man Rust.





Cameron love.

Caught the flash!













I love my life.

Things I'm diggin' right now:

:: If I was even half as good at something now as these girls are at jumping rope as teenagers, I'd be rich.

:: Gilmore Girls. Forever and always.

:: 100 incredible views out of airplane windows.

:: Men running on water. Need I say more?




Happy Tuesday, fizzles. Peace.