We’ve been deep in hazy gray fog for nearly 5 days. This is California; we need a certain amount of sun to survive. I don’t care how cold it gets, but gray, unless knitted into a sweater, is not my color.
Zephyr and I have walked past this little red mitten, hanging on a tree, for nearly as long as the weather has been gloomy. It’s like Rudolph’s red nose, a bright red beacon in the fog.
Sun! Send us sun!
Snowflower Street 