Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
That Time I Met An Emotionally Available Woman
Once, I walked into a public radio station in Pasadena and my entire world shifted as if stepping onto a pair of small, tectonic plates. The floor parted and I was thrust towards a sparkly-eyed woman posing as a receptionist. She was wearing a sweater and her hair rested on it like golden leaves on a field of summer grass.