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As a Gusty Wind Blows
As I write this, a cold, dry, gusty Santa Ana wind is howling.
In the morning, the Chinese rain trees still had leaves. I saw each gust blowing confetti off the leaves. Now, the trees are sparse.
My glass windowpanes are shaking and rattling.
In the past years, I didn’t notice much, but now I see black dust particles settling on everything in the backyard. It must be desert sand. Even spending a few minutes outside made me rub my eyes.
It’s not a good day for a walk or a drive. Disappointing to some extent.
I remind myself — this must have a purpose. These winds will condition the flora, preparing them to take full advantage of a favorable spring, when they’ll explode into blooms.
I will endure this hostile weather now, to enjoy the beauty of the season two months from now.
