The season’s first cloudburst suddenly hit southern California this week, but it was short-lived. Barely twenty minutes in total. Nonetheless, the sound of falling drops on the roof and patio warranted a reawakening of sorts. A thrill that the cycle of life including the natural world was working. The lush smell of damp earth, rain-soaked asphalt, and revived foliage stirred up nostalgic memories. It also meant I didn’t have to water the front lawn.
Visually the low-hanging grey clouds became a welcome friend, ushering in chilly winds and frosty breath. Fresh white snow draped the mountain tops in the Angeles National Forest. Ah yes, taking in my favorite season this way has been inspiring.
I didn’t attend the CAISO Symposium this week in Sacramento. Although I would have liked to visit with old friends and new cronies, not needing to travel to attend an industry conference is one of the undocumented benefits of retirement. It’s time to make way for a new army of players.