A Suffusion of Yellow
Today epitomized the image that I had in my mind of Northern California. Even the morning was warm as I stepped out of my apartment onto the shady sidewalk of my neighborhood. By the time I was on the train, the sun was streaming in through the windows making it almost unbearably warm in my wool slacks and button up shirt.
The rest of the day was gloriously warm with the merest suspicion of a breeze. It was perfect in every way, with air like sheer silk diffusing the light and making everything a pale yellow (dare I say like the Coldplay song). I went running at lunchtime and were it not for a cramp and a sudden unexpected bout of hayfever, I may have just run forever - or at least till the sun went down.
aside: In my old age I find myself increasingly concerned with the weather. Whereas the very term was synonymous with boredom, it is now a viable topic for converrsation with anyone:
"Isn't the weather just great today!"
"My God! It's just glorious today!"
I mean, I ask you, who says "glorious" in this day and age? Certainly not people my age with any amount of sense. Yet, here I am doing and saying. This may presage the coming of actual old age, or some sort of premature superannuation that I had hitherto been unaware of, or worse this could just be the sort of paranoia about aging that I swore never to succumb to. So here I am, caught between the devil, the deep blue sea, and a sunny day.
Comments
Okay, but also, the weather changes often enough in your area of thw world that it is worthy of conversation.
As opposed to alternating between "at least it's a dry heat" and "crap, the monsoon humidity is here".
Posted by: iain | May 19, 2006 11:35 AM
touche'
Posted by: Lo Fat Mo | May 19, 2006 12:56 PM
Don't forget the "Did you see it almost rain again yesterday?"
That's always a classic Iain.
Posted by: Pedro | May 19, 2006 5:44 PM