There was a dog on the freeway, a German Shepherd and the cops stopped all the cars for miles while the three cop cars got the dog off an off ramp. We were slowed down for a long time, the cop cars weaving in front of us. One Honda kept getting aggressive with the cops and the cop seemed angry.
It was raining.
When I left the house in a thunderstorm, I thought they must have seeded this weather; you almost never see thunder and lightning here in So Cal. Around Griffith Park, the rain was in sheets, the lightning all around me. I felt like I was being carried up to the source, to the sky source.
I was listening to Aaron Copland’s Rodeo.
This weekend we were in Del Mar with Lisa and Sally, sleeping well in all that sea air. Such a joy being with friends.
The rain feels big and invasive but in a good way, the way steam invades you in the tropics.
Tobi and I did a big planting yesterday and our plants are happy now, their roots climbing down into the water, their own root funky town.
Lightning is like God talking. Drive carefully she says. Breathe.