From Surf City to Wind City

All morning long the tree outside my office window has been swirling around like drunk, threatening to fall into the building next door. The hummingbirds that are my usual daytime companions are having a hard time staying in the air. I was nearly blown over while walking to grab a late lunch today, and the air tasted like dirt (my cough, a residual from a recent cold, has gotten worse). And what’s that smell? Oh, a brush fire in Beverly Glen.

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