Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Last night it rained pink, delicate strands of cotton candy from a cloud colored magenta by the disappearing sun. These heavy, dripping clouds passed over the valley all evening. Steel grey in sunlight, like stewing resentment; a cloud so heavy, its weight could be felt pressing down.
How can a cloud so heavy still seem so far away in the mountains, when the faded blue bowl of the Los Angeles sky always seems to be knocking against one's head?