I opened the patio door this morning, stepped outside and breathed in the cool, moist air. Sheer happiness. Later today the clouds will disperse and the heat will return. I hear that next week it will come back in force, like 100°+. It’s the price we Angelenos pay for having no wind chill factor to speak of. Remember that on New Year’s Day during the Rose Bowl, when sportscasters annually tempt viewers with our cloudless blue sky. To everything there is a season. I drive to the market without sunglasses, knowing I can squint away the glare once again. I think about baking and buy yeast and fresh cinnamon. The oven needs cleaning but I’ll wait till just before Halloween to turn on the self cleaner which will heat up the kitchen. The few peaches and plums left in the produce aisle make way for red, green and yellow apples. Turn, turn, turn.
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