The greater Los Angeles area woke up to a surprise storm yesterday. It still alternately drips and roars as I write this at 12:45AM. How nice to think of something tamping down whatever might be left of fire season...
My four year old daughter pointed out today's picture. Nothing like a preschooler to educate you in the many-faceted wonder of puddles. "Look at that!" She said, pointing at the wet street. "The clouds are making mirrors on the ground and putting watercolor paints in them."
A Bleak Day
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