We are officially in a drought, and may be the worst one on record in California history. I remember as a kid in the 80’s we did our part in rationing our water when we were heavy into the drought. We collected water in buckets as it turned from cold to hot in the shower, which was then used to water the plants in our yard. We turned off the water during our shower when we soaped/shampooed up. Showering became a game, how quickly we could be in and out of there. And the whole “if it’s yellow let it mellow; if it’s brown, flush it down” mantra. Good times.
Clearer skies have never been seen so often in January.
Complaining will not bring rain, so I’m trying my best to ignore the guilt of this warm, sunny weather and enjoy it while it’s here. Last weekend I managed to catch both a sunrise and a sunset.
I’ve seen many more sunsets than sunrises in my life, simply because I’m almost always awake for a sunset. But last Sunday, I managed to wake up early AND get out of my apartment. I took my bike and rode to the very top of Dolores Park, where there exists a beautiful view of the city’s skyline. My bike enjoyed the view.
As the run rose, everything the rays touched turned warm, golden pink. It created a beautiful juxtaposition with the cool blues of the landscape that still evaded the sun.
The park for sure was a madhouse later that day, as it was gorgeous outside and people flock to the park under these conditions. But to enjoy the park as it’s waking up, to savor the stillness of an early weekend morning, is perhaps a park that not a lot of hipsters know.