Member Rara Avis
I've always found it fascinatin' to talk about weather -- it's kind of a poem of the moment. If you can follow my convoluted reasoning: the weather changes in an instant, but while it's there, it seems like that's just how it is. And it's a flash-frame moment, kinda like a poem is a flash-frame moment of your mind at the time of writing.
ANYWAY, I'm jealous of some of you guys! It sounds like there's some good weather mixed in with the bad, and even animal sightings. The only animal sightin's here are the birds in the roof, the squirrels on the trees, the dogs in the yard, the stray cat I feed next door -- no elk or antelope or anythin' like tha'. That's awesome fr you guys.
Today's all cold again. California, make up yr mind.
She said burn ... together.