When I first moved to Southern California I was infatuated with the notion of very little rain and mild temperatures all year long. Prior to my move, I imagined wearing shorts and tank tops all year long, and laying out on the beach, eating my Thanksgiving turkey in a festive cranberry colored bikini. My daydream quickly faded once my mom and I arrived in sunny California, only to find ourselves surrounded by the thickest, soupy fog that “May gray” has to offer. The summers on this coast go as follows, May gray gives way to June gloom, July is absolutely perfect with temperatures in the 70s and bright blue skies, but this quickly disappears into the furnace like months of August and September.
August 31st, 2007 | Natural Disasters, The House | No comments