In New York, you get all the walking you need just living your life, but if you want to walk in LA you have to make an effort. 

I have a rule, which admittedly I break pretty often depending on how busy I am, you know, traveling for a casting gig, or working 12-hour days on set, or SITTING ON MY PORCH STARING AT TWITTER, but I have this rule that I’m supposed to go for a walk twice a week.

At the moment I have no excuses. Except for the Twitter thing. (Ugh Twitter.) And the fact that it’s getting hot out.

It feels great to toodle off to the library to return a book, pick up a fresh one, maybe duck into 365 … or take a hike around Elysian … try a new stair street walk! … in the Spring. But now that the temps are up in the YIKES 100 DEGREES ON SATURDAY, who wants to go out there and sweat. Not me. Especially not if I’m having a good hair day. My calculations about whether to go to yoga or whether to brave a sweaty-ass walk or whether to just not often rest on: Am I having a good hair day? 

Wouldn’t want to ruin good hair 🙄

But there’s a solution. My radical move for Summer is to walk after dark. 

Last night I left the house at 10 o'clock. The moon was up. The air was cool. A few last bootlegged fireworks rumbled in the distance. 

The neighborhood felt like a whole other place. 

I looked down a leafy, shadowy staircase, and for a moment I was transported. Where was I? Why had I never seen those stairs, and what was at the bottom?? I checked the map on my phone, but still I was baffled. And intrigued.