I’ve fallen in love with this place. The golden evening and water like glass in the morning. The seashell coastline and hot air balloon that takes off at sunrise. I love a room with a view, sleeping with the door open and hearing the waves crash until I’ve fallen asleep. I love the smell of the pines mixed with musty heat and dirt, and how it takes your breath away for that second. I love standing on snow with flip-flops and then napping on the beach in swimsuits an hour later. I love going to sleep, thinking I can sleep as late as I want. But I like the reality, too, of being up at sunrise and walking the coast on a hunt for coffee.
I love you, Tahoe. With your clear water, your dandelion fields, your hipster lumberjacks and that feeling that tells me I could live forever on this balcony on the water and be just fine.
(sorry if it looks weird … Posting from le phone)