dialogues

(the sky above my office.  this might be my favorite picture ever taken with a phone...)

it is on a day like today when i am sure that southern california and the god of weather have odd conversations.  it is january.  a month of winter.  and yet.  the thermo reads 76.  76!!  are we in paradise??  seriously.  i wish i could make this kind of stuff up but i just can't.  mostly because it is real.  let me break down the report for you.

the sky:  blue

the clouds:  popcorny and wispy

the air:  cool

the sun:  warm

the shoes of choice:  flip-flops

is it january or june?  because i really can't tell...

if it is not 76 where you are, and you are not allergic to cats, come over  :)  we can sit on the porch and sip champagnes and lemonades and talk poetry and daydreams.