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DTLA... my son attends the LA County High School for the Arts, which is a bit of a trek from Venice. There's a carpool. I love the mornings I get to drive... four teens breathing, thinking, dreaming, longing, feeling, worrying, napping, expanding and contracting in a 6-foot radius. I never know what I'll get. Most days my son DJ's for me (all Anderson .Paak playlist today, with love to Malibu x2), unless he's mad at me, which happens too. Sometimes they're all off in their own worlds, four sets of headphones, four different soundtracks... other days there is unspoken tension, and still other days the windows thrum with the decibel of their conversation -- joy, angst, compassion, judgment. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ They pile out, and I watch them float toward the entrance doors of the campus, all of them oblivious to the light that cascades off them. And then I find a place to do my morning writing... espresso, light, vibe... and appreciate my life.