a super hot wind blows through the trees tonight, the stars more clear than ever, dust swirls up and fills the nose. it’s not a good wind.
it parches the mouth. it’s the kind of wind that stirs up pollens and dust, spores, chemical residues from farms and valley fever.
it’s the sort of dry easterly that turns a california drought into a firestorm.
i don’t like these winds that blow hard and hot. they may make for beautiful clear skies along this sunny coastal range but will make your nose bleed for lack of moisture.
we need rain more than beautiful days. without it, our beautiful days will turn into desert.