Once Upon A Time In California

I woke up to a rainy morning, rare for Los Angeles, and despite the cold and slight drizzle went ahead with my daily walk. Sun kept battling with the monsoon clouds and this tug of war continued for a while. It hasn’t stopped actually. All day, the sun has come out only to be taken over by the grey patches of potential rain, and then back again.

Some of the pour with curtained sun left our streets with shades of peach and droplets on lush green vine leaves and on my favorite white hibiscus. But it didn’t last long.

California has a strange relationship with rain somewhat reflected by the skies below. Here and there some promises but never enough to drench our earth. Sun is too strong I suppose. Our fires too many.

I was looking at some of my pictures from Ojai a few years back and it looks like a different place. Now most of these once green patches of the state are completely dry and barren. Fires last year didn’t help. What is this drought that is upon us ? This sinking feeling of decay? I guess I should enjoy these rare occasions of light drizzles.

And so this is a signing off selfie from the Ojai trip above four years back when we were getting drenched in rains and managing to pose and also look pretttty good, when the skies kept their promises, and we were dancing in the fields of mustard, unaware of deprivation of future. Over and out, comrades.