We wandered the streets beneath
Hollywood stars, chasing silver-screen dreams,
waiting behind velvet ropes
on warm, electric nights.
We stayed out ‘til dawn,
then hit the shore—
proof that the perfect dream
was always something more.
Santa Monica mornings carried us south:
Huntington’s waves, Dana Point’s grace—
surfing, spotting whales,
then finding the next hot place.
It was the season of freedom,
of highways and sunsets in our wake.
We gave it everything we had
until time called its break.
Coffee Shop Sessions 