Wait- La Jolla Shores is balmy? The hills above it…look positively steamy. It’s barely 1030am, & not even exactly hot… in fact, the ocean air hiccups gusts of claminess that keep getting wedged between the wet warmth, making things feel almost placid.

Is this normal here?

It feels sim to south beach, balm- wise.

Now~to be clear, it doesn’t feel like SB… South Beach was drenched in the funk of pheromones & grifters getting the fuckovers they deserved due to accruals beyond it.

South Beach was as bored as a lascivious chaos monkey looking to cum could be, if only it didn’t hafta crawl up out of the glitter caked gutter it often came to in post-revelry (on weekdays. In a good way).

… maybe the ringing of the bell is in the similarity of the tell between Downtown Miami /South Beach & San Diego to here that’s getting me to vibe.

Already it’s thick with real surfer dudes here, their eyes in their hearts after a dayUp in the ocean. Clutches of them seem to abound in these parts, little feral kids traipsing behind them like ducks.

The village integrity vibe does too-

Marching along the top of the promenade wall are curt lines of discarded shoes, small to big, punctuated by sun hats cast off by bodies who ran for the water without a doubt of them not being right where they left them when they get back. Beyond the honor system.

The sand seems cut with cornstarch, soft, silky, with enough girth to keep it girded to the ground. It’s a different beast than the beach cities-It’s own thing. Skin is leathery… but in that good, oiled, gleamingly cared-for golden way we used to beam out into the world to lure pure hearts to this coast.

Not mines, exactly. Yet. But I dig it.

-AB