Monday, October 22, 2007
Where I live there are three seasons: tourist season, fire season, and mudslide season. We have now officially entered season number two. Every year it's the same. One day you are playing at the beach, the next there is a slight chill in the air and a few brown crunchy leaves on the ground. DO NOT BE FOOLED! It isn't really autumn here until the Santa Ana Winds begin to blow. Then BAM!, the temperature soars 20 degrees, the humidity drops 70 percentage points, and there is smoke in the air. How often can you actually see the air you are wheezing? Oh, and did I mention sinus headaches, earaches, and the feeling that you've just been stuck in your Grandmother's dehydrator? Yeah, I pretty much feel like fruit leather. No wonder they are called the devil winds.
(On a more serious note, dozens of fires are burning and these horrible winds always bring out lunatic arsonists. I pray for all the families and homes that are threatened. I hope you will too.)