December 29, 2009

I saw the weather page on the computer this morning. It read: Monrovia, CA 90 Degrees. 90 Degrees. Wow. Southern California, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

I love thee at the dawn, when the light of Adonis sifts through the silvery screens of exhaust and human living. The smog makes for a riveting rising of the sun...

I love thee in the winter, when the hyacinth and ranunculus poke their green fingers through the dark, dry earth...seeking the spring...

I love thee on the last days of December, walking along the shore, warm breezes teasing my skin, children delighting in the foam...

I love thee in the eve, when the sky is aglow, indigo and peach, electrifying the darkening sky...

I love thee, and this moment. Only this moment...