California. Imagined.

It was while I was driving on the 405, it caught my attention as quickly as a bolt of lightning on a clear day. It was this beautiful white house sitting on top of one of their many rolling hills. Tears quickly flooded my vision and my chest tightened up in the best way possible. I had this clear vision of our family living there, playing in the swimming pool. Our two little girls running barefooted with sun kissed tans. The vision tasted as sweet as cotton candy and dissolved just as quickly.