Category Archives: Weather

Pathetic Fallacy

The weather seemed in sympathy that day with his despair: abysmal dismal guy. But that was mere coincidence – the way he staggered out, tear-blinded as the sky shellacked his pain with rainfall. Inside out ran water, but that wasn’t … Continue reading

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Squirrel Time

Surveying my environment, I see a harbinger, appearing to embody now: a squirrel ten feet up a tree, supporting in his mouth a large biscotti. That cookie’s winter fare – it’s not a food suggesting February leads to spring. And … Continue reading

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Dry

We’re halfway through our winter, and had one impressive storm, with nothing more offshore than ridges of tenacious highs. The sun is too persistent, and the temperature abuses plants and squirrels. Every bird acts out of season. Daffodils appear. The … Continue reading

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Squirrels

This winter weather isn’t normal here. I state that not to argue or complain. The other coast, the other hemisphere have got it worse, but we’re bereft of rain. The squirrels race around like early spring. Mid-January hummingbirds abound. Oxalis … Continue reading

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Weird Place, Weird Time

A splash of sunshine on a wooden floor, a leafless tree with sparrows on its limbs, a cloud-white teasing sky that should hold more of rain for us, but winter storms are flim- sy here – so far this year … Continue reading

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Raincoats

My raincoat’s adequate. There’s nothing wrong with it, except I never want to wear the piece. I’ve had it several years too long, my mother’s is identical (the pair of us don’t like alike), and I’m too bored to use … Continue reading

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Rainy Day Errand

I see a red regatta in the rain – five-pointed leaves deposited in clots on white concrete, that leave a crimson stain: so liquidambar drops a flock of yachts. I see a sea of gulls stake claims to ground that … Continue reading

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