My flight back home-- I was mesmerized by the eerie brown clouds hovering over the coastline. The West Coast is on FIRE. The Santa Anas are a blazin' and the moon glowed red.
Passenger sitting near aisle, a sometime working actor mentioned that Mercury was in retrograde. He explained all things chaotic on this cycle. Actors tend to be among many things, hyper-sensitive to astrology. Regardless thousands of people are without homes. Displaced.It's odd. One minute life is routine and there's some sort of order. Then in a blink of an eye it goes up in smoke.
I took the shuttle back to Hermosa. Miles away from the destruction, the air was still toxic. My lungs hurt. The next morning I made my usual trek to the beach. Coffee in hand I stared at the horizon... An unnatural brown streak stained the brilliant blue. I watched two boys wrestle in the October waves. Retrograde and Mercury would not dampen their thrills.
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