Dear Southern California,
Thank you for being sunny every day of our visit.
The mountains are beautiful, the trees look lush. The air smells warm and delicious.
Everyone we’ve met smiles a lot.
(with the possible exception of some of the drivers, but only the ones on the freeway)
I have heard that you do not always feel this way.
Thank you for the shining welcome!
Love,
Jet
So does that mean I won’t see you this eve?
I went. I saw you. It was great. (I was almost late, so I picked a seat quickly, then scanned the whole room for you. Too funny that when I saw you get up for some water, you were three seats down in the same row.)