Hot Summer In California

I'm standing in the middle of the massive grassland, lost into its view. The wild sun is shining gently, and I can feel the soothing, country breeze flipping my hair swiftly. The feeling is no longer foreign, I've been here before. It's the same place, and he will soon show up; the one with sensual hands, engulfing scent, the only one who constantly makes my heart beat fast, and my curiosity go wild, and my eyes go blind. I wander my gaze into the horizon, taking in every detail of the enchanting, crystal-blue sky, married to the waltzing silver clouds, and that's when I feel his presence behind me; so electrifying, utterly beguiling.He hugs me tightly, making me melt completely to his touch, my body yielding to his grasp. I close my eyes to indulge the moment, the very same salacious moment, as he whispers in my ears, something I scarcely hear. I try to turn around, to finally have a glimpse of his beautiful face, the one that I've marveled over a million times in my

The next morning, a few hours before our flight, I bump into Amelia, my next-door neighbor who never stops talking of aura and energy. She's into Tarot reading, and I'm not a believer. As usual, she smiles jovially, her big green eyes shimmering brightly."Morning, Kira," she greets with that extra enthusiasm. "You look specifically beautiful today."I arch my brows. "Amelia, I'm wearing my pajamas, and I'm holding a bag of trash, are you kidding me?"She waves her chubby hand sassily. "I'm talking about your inner beauty, dear. I can see luck, luck, luck; you're surrounded with nothing but luck!""Huh?" I frown, stifling a laugh, for I swear there's no way I'll ever understand her words. "What luck?" I end up asking."Love," she says briskly, excited even. "You'll soon be blessed with love, lots of love. It may even feel surreal, dear.""Huh?" I laugh, staring at the green eyes on my redhead n

After exchanging our greetings, Mrs. Eleanor invites us inside her home, to at least have something to eat. I'm glad she does, for my tummy is about to start rumbling, and I'm not sure what our hosts would make out of it. Walking in, we're regarded by the classic foyer with a warm ambience. A brown sofa is installed near the large window, and two wing chairs right beside the fireplace that sends a soothing warmth. I slowly settle on the couch, per Eleanor's cordial instruction, and a soft breath escapes my lips as I try to get relaxed.For a moment I forget that it's summer time, and right now it's certainly burning in L.A. Being here at this particular moment is like escaping the furnace I call home. I'm now beginning to believe I've made a right decision by stepping out of California. This place is awesome.So far so good."Would you like some coffee or tea?" Mrs. Eleanor kindly asks us, her voice gentle."Tea wil

For dinner we had tasty saffron rice with garden peas, a tender roasted beef with plenty of veggies, and a grand fruit torte for dessert. Eleanor prepared everything herself and I was honored to learn her secret recipe as we exchanged stories in the kitchen.She's a marvel in the kitchen.It turns out that they lived in London before moving to Montana a year ago, after her husband's death. It was a rueful revelation. Well, she's such a good conversationalist. Or maybe I've just fallen in love with her motherly warmth and tenderness.Done with the dinner I head back to my room after a half glass of a vintage red wine from Napa, as I was told. Now the only problem is boredom. Sleeping in a new room can be a little tricky. Not for long after, however, Sam drops by once again."Any problem, ma'am? I'm busy chasing after my sleep you know?" I tease, pulling my pajamas from the suitcase."I see you've found yourself a new bestie, huh?" Sam grins, drawing herself i

I begin suffering from the idleness soon after breakfast. Sam and Liam are talking about business and other uninteresting stuff for my taste. I need something spontaneous; sitting on the porch isn't for me."I'm not trying to sell you off, Liam; I'm simply stating the facts. They even offer stock options in such cases," Sam keeps rumbling, and he listens attentively.Just pretend you're busy, girl. Or at least go and find a book to read. You know nothing about business! I hear my nosy subconscious snorting, and I nearly roll my eyes. Yeah, so what? Must we all know about Debts and Equities? I snort back."Well, I suppose we shall see how things work. I'm sorry to drag you into this boring conversation, I know you're here to relax," Liam says while taking a cup of coffee to his mouth, soon after placing the newspaper on the table."Don't worry," says Sam, flushing scarlet in her cheeks. "It's just a small talk. It's not like I'm typing the report or something."