Kathy Chin

September 25, 2008


Sun Kissed

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It was rush hour. I sat inside my car in bummer-to-bummer traffic on the 10W heading back to Santa Monica. With the AC blasting I did not feel the scorching heat, though I know it was in the 80s. I looked out of my side window into the blinding light and saw buildings east of downtown backlit, creating an breathtaking skyline that represent the industrial parts of Los Angeles. My sun-kissed face felt the sun's magnificence and warm. For a moment, I exist oblivious to the long drive ahead. I lived in the beauty of that moment, how lovely I felt to be kissed by the sun. How lovely it feels to be kissed by the sun.

Posted by kathychin at September 25, 2008 11:33 AM
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