Salinas, sister of Escondido and Elsinore.
I am with you always.
No matter where my nomadic feet wander off to, you draw me in,
and I feel that comfort I have not felt since I was a child.
You are my home.
My center of gravity.
The street fair musician's drum beats rhythmically with my heartbeat.
I breath in tune with the childrens' laughter.
It's remarkable how happy a community is without money or earthly treasures holding them down.
My ears bleed at the sound of your name stripped of genuine welcome and battered by drivers and pass-byers.
The bubblegum scars and aged beauty does not fool me.
You're beautiful to anyone who stops to learn.
You may not be perfect, but you show true contentment.
Show me the sweet majesty of imperfection, Salinas,
and I'll inhale deeply.