The expansive city of L.A. called in my direction, resembling the sound of a flock of birds, and I answered. I wasn't the only one. The weekend was a bushel of apples, a barrel of laughter, an orchestration of escape from the everyday stuff. It felt good to feel like I was sneaking away from everything for a while and enjoy people, and mopeds. I felt free of stress in the midst of two-wheeled chaos. I want it to be summer already. I will fill my days however I wish.