Saturday felt like a hazy, washed up dream from summers past. I went to Coney Island with a couple of my close friends to see the faded store signs and smell the hot dogs. The sun light was perfect and very different from that of my hometown in California. Here in New York, light tends to be more blue while on the west coast, natural light tends to be warmer, more yellow.
There was something very special about that day. The beach we sat on before walking through the crowded amusement park was almost a cathartic experience. It was a new sight and a unique breath of air.
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