I pause to look northwest, toward Malibu and the Santa Monica Mountains, before jogging down to the Venice breakwater.
This evening, as February begins, there's nowhere else I want to be.
I'm astonished at all the beauty on this planet and in the surrounding skies.
When I leave Colorado, or Iguazu Falls, or some other beautiful place, I feel sad to return to Los Angeles, but the truth is that there is plenty of beauty, wherever one turns.
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