The thing is Los Angeles does have season changes. It's cold out here right now, relatively speaking, and we had some soaking rain all day yesterday and Friday. The air was crisp and clear today, after the rain, and the mountains ringing the city (mountains that are often covered by haze so when they appear it's like a miracle, like someone put them there overnight!) are tipped in snow. The palm trees in the foreground and the blue of the sky with those snow-tipped peaks are astounding in their sharpness and give me a sense of exhilaration. I live HERE, I think!
Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. --Robert Frost