Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Conflagaration

SoCal is on fire. Kind of hard to believe. Actually, everything that hasn't been paved over by strip malls, skyscrapers or concrete is on fire, which kind of rules out LA proper and, luckily, the lovely suburban town I grew up in. Every year the Santa Ana winds (or Santana winds, as my grandmother used to say) blow in from the deserts to east, out to the Pacific Ocean to the west, super-heating the air and drying out everything in its path. I'm actually fond of the Santa Ana winds (except when they cause mass destruction, of course). They're kind of like the last gasp of summer before the long dreary days of winter set in. Up here in the Bay Area we've been having our own weaker form of the Santa Ana's and I've been trying to soak them up. I feel bad for all those people who lost their homes though. It's just such a surreal thing that's happening down there.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, it's Yuriko again. I was worried about you and your parents. I am glad that you are fine. I wish I could give the rain we have at east side to South California.

Kikonoc said...

Hi Yuriko!

Yes, all is well in Torrance. Looks like our old running trails in Palos Verdes are fine too! We could still use your rain though. Why don't you send it this way? How are you?