Just being

Friday, January 21st 2022

A wonderful day. The sun was out, high in the sky, right where it's supposed to be. The sky was bluer than blue, there are remarkably few chemtrails here. This was a day of nature and viewpoints. No city craziness. I might have escaped Frisia, but I'll never shake the allure of being amongst greenery. 

Together with my hostel roommate, we hiked through Griffith Park, to the Observatory and the Hollywood sign. This all added up to a hike of eightteen kilometers and I did it wearing a skirt. 

The views were excellent. The smog was still present and visible, hiding the buildings beneath us from our sight. This all added to the mystique. With all the ugliness tucked away, we could focus on the ultimate weather and the magical yellow sunlight. I could do this every week, were I to live in LA. 

In the evening, we went for a beer at a nearby hotel with the three of us. It doesn't matter where you are - friday night has to end with a drink. 

This was a day of few insights. There were no internal struggles, no big question marks. Funny how the most pleasant days deliver the least creative inspiration.