Sunday, February 10, 2008
Today was a day for watching the weather. The sky was blue, nary a cloud - enough to motivate me to take my new sunglasses (in old frames) out for a test drive. Then the light moved somewhere between dim and grey, sometimes feeling dark and sometimes feeling just as bright as before, but just a different color. Then came the famous Bostonian "wintry mix": a blast of precipitation from nowhere, squalls and sleet, huge flakes of snow falling amidst a thousand daggers of drizzle. How can it snow and rain simultaneously? And then the wind dies down, the heavens part, the sky is blue once again, for a minute or two, and the driving rain begins, falling horizontally, in sheets. The sheets give way, the raindrops regain their verticality, and there I am, looking out a window, admiring how the rain still strikes me, now, after all these years away from L.A., away from the desert, as the most beautiful weather to watch.