It is hot today. Not super hot, but getting warmer. Thank goodness there is a breeze, and on the porch- I can work and be happy. Around now is when the weather starts to worry me. UGH, the heat is coming. Too soon. All you East coasters probably want to punch me right now, but the sun can be dreadful. Before we know it, the crisp beautiful warm, yet perfectly chilly winter in LA turns into the hot summer LA. Hot and HAZY. And for a red-head sun wimp like me, that means the sun is almost inescapable. It is oppressive. And irritating. Earthquakes and fires hang heavy in the air. (There was one last night!) "Maybe the earth is angry," my daughter supposes. I think she's right. The days of the clearest blue sky with the cleanest puffiest white clouds are numbered. On days like these, everything seems washed and sparkly, renewed and healthy. Good moods all around. All senses are astute and the colors are at their best and brightest. I walk a lot on days like this. I love to just look around. Even a pile of random trash is intriguing. If it was steaming, I would cross the street to avoid it. Simply put, I am not ready to put my tights and boots away just yet.
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