Let Alone the Trees
Mar. 16th, 2011 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoIt started earlier this week, when somebody dropped a comment in a journal entry that the eastern hills were going into their brief 'Emerald Isles' phase. And that got me thinking. Last night, it rained--not quite that drenching, bone-chilling Pacific funnel of moisture that I'm accustomed to, but similar.
Now, it should not be construed that I don't think about home any other time, that I don't in fact find myself instinctively looking for El Camino when I'm trying to get somewhere, or that I don't instinctively plan for the marine layer to come in at night, or that I don't find myself thinking "If it's nice this weekend, I should go to Shoreline and taunt the birds."
But hey, California. I was thinking about you.
Now, it should not be construed that I don't think about home any other time, that I don't in fact find myself instinctively looking for El Camino when I'm trying to get somewhere, or that I don't instinctively plan for the marine layer to come in at night, or that I don't find myself thinking "If it's nice this weekend, I should go to Shoreline and taunt the birds."
But hey, California. I was thinking about you.