I dreamt my nose was a millimeter from Douglas Fir tree leaves, inhaling pure oxygen.
Feeling safe, nurtured. Breathing easy.
Breathing from Washington State's most prevalent commodity--TREES--feels so wonderful, pristine, it's hard to put words and express gratitude for its clean air.
Yet today...
I'm conflicted.
I need to regroup in a familiar area (L.A.) yet I don't want my nose to inhale the byproduct of L.A.'s most prevalent commodity: cars. 
If I regroup in L.A., it will be very temporary as I plan Chapter Two Chasing Clean Air. I believe choosing to live in L.A. is insane if one can creatively think of another way to live elsewhere.
I love Washington State.
