Yet, at my favorite playground, my favorite part of the coast, surfing is a constant. Perhaps that's what keeps me coming back. It gives me peace. With the sun blazing after a rainy day, the waves crash loudly and rhythmically along the sandy beach. Soothed and calmed by the sounds of the big blue sea, I laid on my beach towel and blanket wearing my sunflower-yellow bikini, reflecting on days gone by, on my indulgences, experimentations, and abandonment, and the meaning of my days.

Summer may have ended, but the sun continues to shine in L.A., and on me. It's not so bad. Now is a time of contemplation, of healing, of mourning, of rejoicing in love. After the betrayal, the hurt, and pain, love gives us hope, keeps us sane, and invigorates our soul. Love survives. We will prevail.