It doesn't rain often here in Malibu, but it's always an event. Storms edge in, a thin scrim of light, bright clouds that slowly turn to steely gray. The rain starts, a few dusty drops, a shower or two, a rainbow or two, and then the deluge. The morning after, the final coda, a horizon rimmed in layered, textured, churning white.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Thank you for the lovely cards and emails -- I'm grateful for each and every one of them.