I was coming down Runyon Canyon after dark last night, marvelling at the lights of the city in the distance and the beautiful new moon.
Normally I don't hike so late but I ran into people a couple of times with whom I stopped to chat, happily, so by the time I got to the top it was almost dark. I heard crickets for the first time this summer. I realized how much I miss the rituals of summertime--barbeques, trips to the beach, seeing a gorgeous sunset along the coast. It's been at least three years since I took a trip, even just out of the city.
I was filled with the kind of longing to be somewhere else I haven't felt since the great interruption. Suddenly I wanted to jump in my car and drive somewhere, anywhere. But that takes planning when you have pets and family obligations.
Maybe I yearned for the time when nothing tied me down and I could leave at the drop of a hat.
