Written in the Back Pages of The Catcher in the Rye

It's snowing and raining in San Diego.
The tree blossoms are falling and the wind is blowing the fountain into my face.
The weather reminds me of home, in the heart of the Willamette Valley.
How the rain would come down in floods.
How green and lush everything was and is and will be.
How the earth stood still if only for a moment so you could gaze upon it and wonder.
How peaceful everything is,
the trees gently nodding in the wind,
the smell of pine needles on the ground.

The energy of this city resonates with me now.
There is so much to explore and do.
How the sun always seems to be out.
How close the beach is.
How the concrete sculpts a path in the earth.
How little is forgotten and little is remembered.
This is my home now.


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