Filed under (Random Mutations) by The Cubelodyte on June 23, 2008 @ 03:04 pm
I woke this morning to the smell of a wildfire. Outside, the morning sky filtered dimly through the haze, washing the bumper-to-bumper freeway traffic in a warm but sickly orange light. The sound of a solitary helicopter and a pair of police sirens in the distance rounded out the ambience.
Suddenly, I felt nostalgic about Southern California. Can’t imagine why.
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I woke this morning to the smell of a wildfire. Outside, the morning sky filtered dimly through the haze, washing the bumper-to-bumper freeway traffic in a warm but sickly orange light. The sound of a solitary helicopter and a pair of police sirens in the distance rounded out the ambience.