It is supposed to be near the hundreds, but I don't feel it as the wind continues to drive through my hair. I ride through the roads, paths, narrow areas to get to no destination at all.
Newport beach mornings are fabulous. It has a distinct smell that Northern California doesn't have. Flowers blooming. The salt mingled with sand.
It is an experience like no other.
The travails and gallavantings of an Asian queer lady who loves to read, write, and create havoc.
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