You know when the cashiers at Trader Joe’s are genuinely surprised you brought your own canvas bags.
You know when you are the only pedestrian walking down a busy street mid morning. No sleeping bag citizens, a constant rushing stream of red-light-lit cars.
You know when the only things you can hear outside are airplanes and weed-whackers.
When the sun is shining and you’re the only fool in the middle of a big grass-green square park.
Haven’t seen a pigeon in weeks, just millions of palm trees.