The Santa Anna winds are back – brewing up brown clouds from the yet-to-be-developed over-priced suburban wastelands; 100 F today but no word of fires – yet, thank god.
After sunset, the warm dry winds are so therapeutic – sitting outside in the backyard watching, and again amazed, by the never ending flight paths of the jets from all over the globe, moments away from landing at LAX.
So am so glad that I am down here, and not up there – but for many, their adventures will just begin.
