I know places we can go.

I am not usually the person to be easily taken aback by something.  

Yet I was consumed by the awe in front of me.  

It is the unknown pleasures that I appreciate the most.  For instance I could have stared at that same spot every day and never stop to take in the wonderment.  My daily routine consisted of running in front of the Dali museum, most of the time I barely glanced over at the building, just pushing past trying to get to the end.  I now realize that something I have aesthetically taken for granted, is something I find the most solitude in.  

I am always searching, yet where I felt like I belonged the most was where I came from.   Always trying to push away from what is comfortable, I finally just accepted that this is a good place to take things in and admire the feeling.  

So blinded by our own selfish pursuits we never relish the beauty that is here.  

The beauty in the salty air.  The beauty of togetherness.  The beauty of belonging to something much bigger than ourselves.  I know places to go where I am part of something.  My own Jes Grew movement that I can be a part of.  I am entranced by this feeling of belonging to something.