Passed Over

Posted on July 11, 2002 in Weather

Clouds massed over head until about four o’clock this afternoon. Nothing was tight enough or thick enough to drop rain. It was one of those summer days when the inversion layer holds down the smog and the mugginess while preventing the loose cumulus cabal from dropping its load on us. From Tully’s, I looked back towards Portola Hills. The Saddleback looked slate gray and two dimensional. The mesa where I live stretched out from that like an apron dirtied with faux mission style houses and alien trees. It wasn’t an inspiration day. The dull haze repressed any desire people might have had to hike, to ride, to bike, to walk, to run, or even sit out in the shade doing nothing. It can be frustrating when the hills are dessicated by the drought to watch so much water being shipped East to places where they really don’t want it.

About the time I finish working on the fiction project for the afternoon, the clouds attentuated into forms that looked like frosty shelf fungus. The wind dragged the ragged remnants away, letting the sun find the walls of our condo again and beat heavy on them.