los angeles

9:12 pm

On our way to the room from dinner, the luminous glow of blue radiated from behind the metal gate of irregular patterned circles and called to the photographer in me. Pushing the gate and stepping onto the pool deck I look around and see the chaise where I found you sitting in the late afternoon sun, your towel still laying where you casually tossed it. The warm light and hum of kindred spirits resonating from the bar just inside were inviting, but so was the comfort of our room and so, after the shutter closed I turned and headed down the path.