A lovely tribute to Los Angeles–and one by one it touched upon the places that we walked together, the scenes that we have seen together, the 110 and the Grand Central Market and the lighted bridge by Pasadena and the sunset by the a pier in Santa Monica (well, apparently Hermosa beach, but with the same colors). I’ll be here, and you’ll be alright.
I know that every heart in our tiny campus aches and breaks very day. The night we went to Acrlight Pasadena, I received an email that told me that I had officially become a second year student, here to stay. But I’d hold on to that hand until the end–this is the light that I have chased after.