something magical happened this afternoon while i was driving down the 101: i got stuck in traffic.
this wasn’t the typical 3-car pile-up sig alert on the other side of the freeway but you have to look anyway and slow everyone else down kind of traffic. it was something else. it was cotton — willowy clouds of cotton flying past us. the clouds were dissolving into smaller pieces of fluff and floating slowly through the sun-soaked sky. i don’t know where it came from, but i was convinced it came from above.
i was caught in a cotton blizzard and all i could think was, this is the closest to snow we will ever get.
i blinked hard and wished for winter, but then i remembered i was wearing a tank top, it was 80-something degrees, and it was still september.