Have you ever heard of it? Every morning in June, Los Angeles looks like it is covered with a gray blanket. It's the marine layer, choking back the sun. It's all the more dramatic because of what follows when by some miracle, the blanket is lifted, the skies are brilliant blue and the sun is warm on your face.
Gray, sunny, cloudy, clear, depressing, uplifted, loud, quiet, well, unwell -- each is defined by and necessary to the other.