It’s windy again, in Hollywood, CA. Our wind is different from other wind.
This wind is dry and brittle. Gusts raging at 70+ mph wash across Los Angeles like a thirsty whirl pool.
From where i sit at the time of this writing, I can see downtown LA from my window. The air is filled with everything un-tethered. It’s grey in color and looks like fog. But it’s not. It’s dry and roughly 78 Fahrenheit.
Wind always creates a unique atmosphere. Unsettling, and intrusive, it invades your disposition. Confrontational, it smacks your face and shoves you around from side to side.
Wind behaves differently from rain, that stampedes then lingers, until it decides to over saturate our yearning to claim ourselves a part of nature itself.
The wind puts on a violent show, resembling an anarchist protest at its climax.
If you choose to hide indoors, generally you are safe from the tension.
Once outside, you are immediately engaged by the swirl of energy.
Struggling to hold composure, disoriented by the conflict, you smart march towards your destination. Breathing in dust and fighting tears created by miniscule earthly fibers, hurled like missiles by natures lawless melee.
Days later it calms, then slows to a stop.
The atmosphere settles like a life-sized snow globe concocted of dust, smog and other unknown vapors.
Now, a fair stillness reclaims its city.
And once again Hollywood’s hair can stay in place!
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It’s windy again, in Hollywood, CA. Our wind is different from other wind.
This wind is dry and brittle. Gusts raging at 70+ mph wash across Los Angeles like a thirsty whirl pool.
From where i sit at the time of this writing, I can see downtown LA from my window. The air is filled with everything un-tethered. It’s grey in color and looks like fog. But it’s not. It’s dry and roughly 78 Fahrenheit.
Wind always creates a unique atmosphere. Unsettling, and intrusive, it invades your disposition. Confrontational, it smacks your face and shoves you around from side to side.
Wind behaves differently from rain, that stampedes then lingers, until it decides to over saturate our yearning to claim ourselves a part of nature itself.
The wind puts on a violent show, resembling an anarchist protest at its climax.
If you choose to hide indoors, generally you are safe from the tension.
Once outside, you are immediately engaged by the swirl of energy.
Struggling to hold composure, disoriented by the conflict, you smart march towards your destination. Breathing in dust and fighting tears created by miniscule earthly fibers, hurled like missiles by natures lawless melee.
Days later it calms, then slows to a stop.
The atmosphere settles like a life-sized snow globe concocted of dust, smog and other unknown vapors.
Now, a fair stillness reclaims its city.
And once again Hollywood’s hair can stay in place!
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