xx Just a girl— from a neighborhood of two winds. In a quiet town, with a thousand oak trees. Where a small mountain watched over us, right along the Scenic Path. Just North of Los Angeles, just South of Santa Barbara. The place I always called “home”.

In New York, Apollo’s Season is ruled by the social calendar.

Calling “True North”

The Fates pull one gaze ~North~ as it pulls another ~West~ to the Right Place. The Right Time. The Right Guy.