I prayed for rain. I prayed for rain when I came home to Colorado because the stale air in California was starting to make my skin peel. Upon my arrival, the rain came in a downpour. It makes navigating the city a cold, damp endeavor, but the chilly air conjures up lit fireplaces and steaming cocoa, and I’m snuggled in my favorite bookstore, the best whip cream in the world, surrounded by the earthy, flagstone (almost all buildings are made of it here), organically obsessed, city of Boulder. There is no traffic, there is no walk of fame, there are no tourists (well, you can’t tell anyway), there are only the makeup-free faces of incoming freshmen on campus and an abundance of independent coffee shops, bookstores and bicycle repair stores. A relaxing reprieve. I haven’t slept better in weeks.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 
um currently jealous. your explanation is making me want to get away!! enjoy it 🙂