Be careful what you wish for

December 23, 2011

In California, we received brilliant flowers in exchange for acceptance of unchanging, slightly-too-cool weather that evades both winter and summer. Somewhere in the hills over the city, the weather god who closed that deal holds a little piece of all our souls - the part that only comes alive when walked through clouds of fine, dusty snow that alight from frozen streets, lick the icicles overhead, blow clean through us, and then dissolve into nothing but air. I know this because I am not from here. I know that, all in all, it was a bad trade.