The City I Live In

The best days are always the ones where the sun gives everything a smoggy, golden glow, turning the world into Disneyland.
The asphalt raidiates a warm grey,
as ironic as that may sound.
There are reflections in every window, every pan of glass, so nothing is really as it seems.
The sun shines, and transforms the citizens into movie stars-
womens hair sparkles as they sip cappucino, and
men emulate gentlemen from decades past.
The sun glows so perfectly on gleaming white buildings and masks scars on the face of the city.
the world seems more at peace,
then it ever could in Reality,
but this isnt Reality.

This is Los Angeles.

--JK