It's raining in LA tonight. It's the kind of rain you get in coastal towns. It's like a mist sprayed and suspended. A haze. A wet vaporized halo.
Tomorrow, the mountain will be bright and close, and the sky will be blue, the air: a crisp 65 degrees of bliss.
The surfing, sailing, running, skateboarding, biking, not to work going kind of day that is all wasted on me by the chains that bind us.
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