Smiles on Forest Lawn Drive

At gate 8/gate7,
I stop to write about the freedom adventure through the city’s aboretum,
Or what’s left of it.
I am blown away by the music, it hovers around me,
and the open windows, and how adoring this all is and has become.
I am with a beautiful woman who teaches me something everyday.
And I learn all this on the other side of the hill,
The Hollywood sign: a black and white indicator of a black and white difference.
A difference of noise and peace,
And though I love the noise,
I want the peace,
This peace that has been instilled inside of me today, tonight, my life.
Let’s go home tonight and cherish the moment that has now passed,
A ride home through the noisy peaceful city.
This is brilliance,
This world,
This life.