Black and blue clouds shapeshift across the sky. They seem to be threatening rain. But we haven’t had rain for months, and it’s not in the forecast until next week. So while these clouds look like they mean business, I’m doubtful I’ll hear the comforting patter of rain as I settle in for the night. Still, I’m glad to see them.

I’ve needed a break from the constant, glaring LA sun. The relentless heat exhausts me, and I’m convinced that all this squinting into the sun is contributing to the lines that seem to be taking up permanent residence on my. Little pathways—like passages of time—cementing themselves on my body instead of washing away with my makeup at the end of the day. Continue reading →