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The weather here turned funny yesterday. It was overcast all day and couldn't make up its mind to be warm or cold. I think the marine layer was fighting with the off shore and nobody got the upper hand.
I looked for the weather up at my house and, yep, thunderstorms, a huge system, nearly the length of the state, was running from somewhere in southwest Nevada clear up to my house. This is rare. Weather systems almost never run east to west here, and not much south to north for that matter. But I guess this accounts for waking up this morning in the middle of a thick cloud. The whole yard was a fine mist.
The moisture was fighting with the dryness in every molecule. I remember it would get like this a lot down at the beach in Southern California. It really doesn't so much here. The fog is cold and it moistens things. This fog is warm and the wet is shot through the air but just the slimmest layer of what it touches gets wet. The moment you walk out of it, you're dry.
So, anyway, I've just been cruising... listening to GeorgeAnn talk to sundry people... zenning-out the dog... generally trying to find my chi. I'm not even wanting to use it, to thrust with it, but just want it here.
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