Swinging in Sunny California
So I found a park with big-kid swings today. I was pretty ecstatic about it and realized at the highest point of my swinging radius, that I really was wearing shorts in California; and that I really was swinging, outside, without a jacket. There were willow trees in plain sight and they had leaves all over them. In BYU Provo, last I checked, it was snowing…bummer. But me, I’m soaking up the sun.
"There were willow trees in plain sight and they had leaves all over them."
I’m not from California, but with my family’s recent relocation, it’s time to start embracing palm trees and every-color birds. So this summer I’ll be chilling in Cali and learning what it takes to be a Californian. I’ll collect my adventures here, and let you in on the secrets behind the bear.
California sun, here I come.