Los Angeles is Burning
You can tell when it's fire season. The dry heat. The grass is too desicated to deserve the name. The palm trees, usually shining and green, look stiff and brown. Even though the nights are cool, we're ripe for flames.Two years ago was a bad one. The entire month of October was over 100 degrees, every day. The relentlessness of it was exhausting. The Santa Anas blew in from the desert, their unholy breath leaving you swearing at traffic more often than usual. They left you feeling prickly but thick headed, oddly prescient -- something terrible was going to happen. And for some people it did. There was fire everywhere. People were forced from their homes by the hundreds. From Big Bear to Calabasas, snakes of fire writhed along the hillsides, leaving crumbling blackness in their wake. Even miles away, the ash came down like snow.
It was a season in hell. We discovered that like the Bad Religion song, palm trees really do go up like candles (it's almost like they explode). There was no relief until Halloween (traditionally the time of year when we might get a little cooler), when the skies broke open and it poured all night. Woe to trick-or-treaters!
Let's hope this year runs a little cooler, a little more forgiving.
posted by kuaptic. @ 1:07 PM
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