Written on March 23, 2020
Looking north from about as far south as you can go on the California coast. The showers that threatened and taunted all morning finally passed, the sun burned the darkened watery grays right off the earth, evaporating in a humid mist rising, an all-hands invite to the impending mosquito feast. Had to paint fast because we were all hungry- me for a sandwich, them for my blood. The showers would move through the city in the distance and even the warm concrete there would be dry again soon, cleaner than before, but still teaming with all the distractions ever designed to suck our blood on a sunny afternoon in paradise.
This was from a year ago… but it’s still true today. These dark times will pass… What comes next is anybody’s guess. I do hope there’ll be less mosquitoes out trying drain us dry though.