You could feel the thick heat rising from the ground in huge blankets.
We watered everything and even so, it looked like the gardens were frying.
In the frying pan of earth, the sun reaches down into California and starts fires.
We walk early to greet the dawn, and we stop to spray down the dog and she thanks us by lying down on the walk.
When I go the pet store, they are closing because of they have no ac.
Frogs would melt in this heat.
Dragons would lay their eggs on the streets in this heat.
The air is bluish under the gold.
Down through the layers of gold heat you find blue.
To find blue, you must reach through gold, or find the ocean or reach for sky.
It is hot gold, blue and wet in California.