For me, California is not just a place. California has been my medicine, my relief, my prescription drug, my lifeline, my personal paradise. At the end of my worst day here, I am comforted by the feeling of Los Angeles wrapping its endless blue sky around me. The sight of the San Gabriel mountains behind the busy city always reminds me that there is a quiet place behind the noise The feeling of early sunbeams on my closed eyelids when I wake up literally gives me the energy that I need to get out of bed, to move, to create, to do anything else. California is my oxygen mask. I put it on, and no matter what the emergency is, at least I can breathe.