"For Every Nicks there must be a Buckingham." Birdee Bow
They're the kind of couple you notice long before they enter your breathing space. Sparklers from across the room. Shiny, lovely, silver & bubbly. As I jumped into the backseat of their car I immediately noticed something. Good energy. A feeling so beautifully calm that even the bustle of L.A.X. couldn't drown out the serenity. Hugs from the backseat to the front, giggles of excitement & onto the freeway. So lovely to be again with my precious friend & so amazing to see her so happy with her man.
This day was about as sunny & beautiful as a heart could imagine.
Riding the tram up to the Getty, we joked about being oblivious to the gorgeous view while looking in the opposite direction of all our fellow tram riders & expressing the oddest oohs & ahhhs to many comparatively more serious & disapproving glances.
We didn't care. Fun was in our air.
Stepping out onto glistening outdoor granite, the stillness & awe of the renowned artisan garden forced us to take pause. All at once as if by magic, this smoggy Los Angeles sky began playing canvas to the most extraordinary art of a lifetime.
What a luxury to be here on this day.
Alive in this moment.
Arm wrapped in arm, whispering our latest adventures & blueprints for world takeover, we circled our way through the interior of the museum. Such an apropos place to share our hopes & passions, among the likes of Monet, Gauguin, Renoir & Vincent Van Gogh, the greatest dreamers of all time & I suspect the coolest.
We reminisced over our not so distant shop girl moments together & countless hours spent wrapped in fuzzy sweaters planning out California sunshine & Santa Barbara schemes while working (ok usually dancing) behind a counter filled with masquerade masks & jars of rainbow glitter.
Now
We
Were
Here
Separately & slowly we watched one another's toss.
Cherishing it with an unspoken certainty that they would all surely be fulfilled.
After all, how could a wish wished upon this day not come true?
May all yours too..
Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,
Birdee Bow
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