10 minute quickwrite: Los Angeles and beauty.

Sometimes I get tired of watching business women easily strut in 5 inch heels as if their feet were born with that severe angle in their arches. Los Angeles is most beautiful either in the distance and at night, airplane window, mountain, or hill top view. Or it can be beautiful in the details, if you read between the lines. Today I saw a homeless man cross the street, the light was green, he was 50 feet from the nearest crosswalk. His step looked like a politicians stutter, very sincerely he was trying to cross the street. The cars swerved around him but did not stop. A business man also crossed the street, and a car stopped to let him by. So the homeless man stopped too, raised his fist in the air, perhaps he said something, but I couldn’t hear. Then he continued on his way and made it to the other side. I had prayed for this. God answered my prayers. A man and a woman, looking slightly beat up by the world for they could not fit into models of beauty, walk down the side walk at lunch. The man pulls a cigarette out, lights in and hands it to the woman. Then he pulls another out for himself. I know there is more beauty in Los Angeles than this. I am looking for it. Perhaps its in my desk plant. There are so many new leaves slowing unfolding, I can’t keep track, they unwind like blossoming cigars. I don’t think I should have gotten coffee this morning. I better, drink water before, the world turns pretty just because its moving so fast and I cant make out the shapes anymore. I gave a homeless man a dollar to buy coffee. It is not my money, why should I have coffee and he should not. I wonder now if I should have given him an extra dollar to buy a muffin. I will remember this for next time. He says thank you, I wish him well and he looks offended. I try to give money food away in love and not-leave-me-alone motives. But sometimes as I hand that dollar over, with my eyes to the ground hoping they will not notice me. They have no chance of knowing ME, so I hope they will not notice me. It is hard to be a girl in this city where there is a lack of beauty so people try to find it in strangers, and whistles, and fantasies.["mb","