True confessions: I miss the rain. It's not just the cozy dark and the windy drama, not the excellent excuse for a second pot of tea, it's the crazy sunrise colors that I miss.
What do we have now? Our annual false spring (which local newscasters never seem to remember, allowing them to bray with gleeful alarm about freakish heat waves) a bit ahead of its traditional February visit.
So on the horizon today, a perfectly acceptable sunrise. We here in Malibu accept delivery.