Creative Nonfiction

I’m in California, and

everything teems with a buzz. The flowers are as orange as their mother and grow ever fonder of her as the long warm day stretches on. The trees race among themselves to be the most vibrantly green of them all. And the people are wrapped more tightly in this life as the days go by, and slowly the layers seep into their bones, and they glow in agreement and congruency with the life that surrounds them.