This was the view of the clouds coming in at about 3:30 p.m. this afternoon in the High Desert. I took this pic on my way to “the office.”
An hour and a half later, it looked like this:
To give yourself an idea of what a rare occasion this is for Southern Californians, one of the girls working at Starbucks threw her arms in the air and squealed, “It’s snowing!” and ran out to dance on the sidewalk. (All you people Back East are shaking your heads thinking, “Day-am, Californians really are weird.”)
I can attest, however, that the snowflakes were not the light, airy kind that lend themselves to perfect missiles of icy warfare, but rather large juicy things that plopped in inch-wide water bombs that ran down my scalp and into my ears and collar…not that I had run out to dance in the snow either. I <ahem> had a phone call to make. Yeah.
Anyway, I am currently in the midst of a short story today, so I hope you will forgive me for the light fare I offer today…or perhaps you’re thanking me. And if that’s the case, hell, you’re welcome. Anytime.
As for the short story, I won’t say much more about it now except to say it’s new and I’m really excited about it. It seems very relevant to what’s going on in my creative life right now, and I am grateful I took those notes back in ’08, and doubly glad I managed to find them. Miracles abound.
So I am off tonight to walk the walk. Wish me exciting travels! Hope you guys are off doing the same.