The beginning-middle: that time where something is still new but not so new that nothing has yet happened. The first-time jitters are gone, but the beginning is still near enough that the excitement remains. I’m still sporting my rose-colored shades, but enough time has passed that the experiences are meaningful.
California was the first of many exciting adventures in the newest part of my life. Its color and sunshine were a particularly timely intervention a midst the gray Missouri winter, which I personally feel overstays its welcome every day passed December 25. And nothing (nothing!) cures the blues like the beach breeze blowing through your hair, even if only for a short while.
And the shopping part was pretty okay, too.
California, always a pleasure.