love story

la threw a nasty tantrum this winter. it poured for days, the sky was gray, and i finally understood why the stereotypical chinese used water for torture. last week on the day when smog and rain fought for atmospheric dominance, and a homeless person took off his pants on my nightly busride, i received a phone call offering me a chance to relocate. clouds thundered in my heart. the next day la, trembling with the penitence of an errant lover, parted its clouds and sent birdsong through my window. the sun shone, it was perfectly temperate, and i could even swear the smog has lifted, because the colors in the trees seem brighter than usual. it has been like this for 3 days. i should threaten to move to the east coast more often.