Blue-gray waves shimmering with dappled gold. Bloodred clouds bursting against the pale orange sky. Not to lust over the panorama that is coming alive in front of me. It is a gala art opening, after all, and my boss brought me here to meet and greet and charm and chat. Of course, I could leave the balcony and go back inside to the party. LA Lesson Number One: Always carry a sweater if you’ll be out after dark. Not so in California, at least not by the beach. In Dallas, June is hot, July is hotter, and August is hell. I arrived in Los Angeles only four days ago, and I haven’t yet adjusted to the concept of summer temperatures changing with the setting of the sun. A cool ocean breeze caresses my bare shoulders, and I shiver, wishing I’d taken my roommate’s advice and brought a shawl with me tonight.
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