Ocean Beach Babies

The eve of darkness they come out to play creepy crawly with our senses. The street wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend together to form a society of sorts that is out of step with time; they become invisible. They come with their drums, their guitars to serenade the unseeing humans in tourist tee shirts. You can see the beauty of this youth who dances and plays from a heart that just needs freedom. You look into their eyes and you fall in love with the innocence of a child who sees his place in time as cosmic. You smell their odors, their very essence. A not so spent youth and you wish you were they. You find yourself being pulled in by their ethereal nectar and song...you see for the first time what you could of had. You are pulled in and the fight leaves you the unseeing being the unseen...welcome! *My impressions of the homeless youths of Ocean Beach, San Diego