Category Archives: Weather

A glancing westward in the morning light of crispy mid-November finds a tree: a loose-leafed skeleton of branch, a sight of hibernating winter fantasy. Its bony limbs are lace against the white horizon built of fog upon the sea, and … Continue reading →

No matter where you journey, there you are: an individual within a space, informed by sun position and by star configuration, feeling any place unreal to “How’s the weather? What’s the scene?” surrounding you right now. It’s raining here so … Continue reading →

Her dog is walking her this afternoon upon a sidewalk carpeted with leaves, and she detects the winter coming soon for it’s too cool today for T shirt sleeves. An apple is reducing in her hand as she ingests each … Continue reading →

I’m taking the rest of the week off. I intend to return next Monday. Meanwhile, here’s a little note: The weatherman suggested we’ll get wet today. He mentioned odds of ten percent, how odd October rain would be, and yet … Continue reading →

October 7th is the date today. It’s Friday and the sky is hazy blue. The temperature is high around the bay and smoggy atmosphere obscures the view. The garbage men will cruise our neighborhoods, but only after poachers play their … Continue reading →

I visited in ‘66 and fell in love. I moved for school and I’m still here, arrested and inspired by the spell, addicted to the lively atmosphere. We form an open ward, but loose and free; we reconfigure gardens but … Continue reading →

There’s no such thing as earthquake weather, say the experts in agreement. There’s no link between this kind of hot and windy day and pressure in a fault. How could you think the air’s in touch with magma? That’s a … Continue reading →

The arc of Helios advances south and hides its rays from me in neighbor trees, while every garden squirrel fills her mouth with anything available. Degrees of early autumn warmth entice us out of shirt sleeves, while wisteria discards its … Continue reading →

The date is mid September, and it’s white outside, the normal hue for mornings here. We’re chillier than average and we might see rain, but fog’s our a.m. atmosphere all summertime except when we pull heat the Central Valley dried. … Continue reading →

I’m looking at the mid-September sun through leaves of sycamore, shot with chartreuse. Proceeding as the day is nearly done, when UV filters haven’t any use, I note the sky is bluer from the wind that twisted lighter leaves and … Continue reading →