Atop Portola Hills

Posted on November 18, 2002 in Weather

Strong winds replaced the rain. Then we got to this middling time when the air is still, the skies clear, there’s a hint of warmth in the air, and yet I need a slightly thicker shirt or sweater.

I stared at the moon last night, wondering if it was waxing or waning. Tonight I compared it to the memory and decided that it has been waxing. It hangs close to the ridgeline, as if it leaped off Mount Santiago and has been caught by a photographer in mid-dive.