Moments of grace.
And in the grand tradition of yelling about stuff on the internet only for it to be quickly invalidated by real-world experience, I had a fantastic conversation at the front desk of the gym before my workout. The woman working the desk didn't understand how I could like a day that was 97 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade, and I tried to explain desert heat. She dropped she was from California, Sonoma to be precise, and as soon as I told her I was from Davis we were both grinning and talking about dry heat and oaks and blackberry vines down at the creeks and how much more blue the sky is there than here. It really is - today was kind of muggy with a few breezes, but even on the clearest of clear days, the sky isn't ever as blue as it gets back home.
As strange as it is to have a sky that isn't blue enough, it's even stranger and better to meet someone who knows what's meant by that.
And I think I'm ready for work tomorrow.
As strange as it is to have a sky that isn't blue enough, it's even stranger and better to meet someone who knows what's meant by that.
And I think I'm ready for work tomorrow.
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