Weather Report: Southern California Style
The world is ending.
It's strange, for Southern California to experience weather. Like so many botox-ed faces, the unswerving heat of Los Angeles is at once disheartening and yet, strangely, comforting; surely, the endless march of desert days can be overwhelming, but at least one knows what to expect.
A normal afternoon outside of my house.
Even when natural disaster strikes--and since I've been here, we've experienced Santa Ana winds strrong enough to knock over tractor-trailers on the 15 north of San Bernardino, a freak snow storm closing down the 5 in Ventura, earthquakes serious enough to knock over living room chairs, and evacuation due to wildfire--the atmosphere stays warm and dry, and the sky blissfully blue. But for the past three days, the skys have opened and rained down what I can only assume to be the tears of the failed actors of Hollywood, resulting in a diluvian calamity.
The current state of my street.
I am still waiting for the remainder of the horsemen, though I can attest to a pestilence of terrible drivers.
It's strange, for Southern California to experience weather. Like so many botox-ed faces, the unswerving heat of Los Angeles is at once disheartening and yet, strangely, comforting; surely, the endless march of desert days can be overwhelming, but at least one knows what to expect.
A normal afternoon outside of my house.
Even when natural disaster strikes--and since I've been here, we've experienced Santa Ana winds strrong enough to knock over tractor-trailers on the 15 north of San Bernardino, a freak snow storm closing down the 5 in Ventura, earthquakes serious enough to knock over living room chairs, and evacuation due to wildfire--the atmosphere stays warm and dry, and the sky blissfully blue. But for the past three days, the skys have opened and rained down what I can only assume to be the tears of the failed actors of Hollywood, resulting in a diluvian calamity.
The current state of my street.
I am still waiting for the remainder of the horsemen, though I can attest to a pestilence of terrible drivers.