I am adjusting myself to Los Angeles; the absence of clouds at noon, the smoky view of distant hills, palm trees and oranges dotting the landscape. Crickets incessant nighttime chorus, air-conditioned buses and lack of transfers, cactus (cacti) scattered undergrowth, leafy banana trees in fruit and green persimmons. Flags waving in hot fitful breezes, TV newscasts and newspapers largely ignored.
Sun-glassed-eyed people with personalized license plates, bottle water sold by the case; Costco and Target & Jamba Juice are points of destination. A house with a velvety cat underfoot behind you, adoring 11-months gurgles of speech with hand claps and pacifiers rotation, attempted crawling now replaced by motivate efforts of erect posture and short walks; her sister runs throughout barefoot, inside and out, while examining, amusing, curiosity, while stealing the attention from her sister.
Shrek 4-D, Waterworld, false street fronts and houses awaiting destruction. Jaws lurks below the watery depths, while water-spitting dinosaurs and classic cars crashing fly into the air, the earthquake shatters the dim bustling of a subway, while fans pointing downward with streams of water transformed into cool mists onto the hot, sweaty crowds.