You’re lying on your bed under an open window. It’s February in SoCal and the Santa Ana winds are blowing from the desert. The trees stand out against the sky, so clean, and the mountains that ring you as you drive to LAX are blue (when normally you can’t see them). Even if you grew up here, you’re impressed with this air and color and heat.
When/if/where will I see the people I already miss?
SoCal to Paris to Istanbul. Can't get more romantic than that.
See you back in Turkey.
With love.
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