I was driving back from a dreamily good visit with some friends in Ojai a couple of days back, and the whole sky and hills and road were positively drenched.  The rolling tall clumps of hills under all the precipitation induced green smacked of Maui in the rain.  I got to drive along through air seeping with wet, and the palm trees looked right at home not in the least bit ornamental.  I hated to drive out of those hills, partially from their beauty and partially from who I was leaving, but then I got that sweet longing from reveling in the temporary.  However it is that that works.  And I kissed the ocean goodbye as I met it rounding the curve from the base of the hills and heading back towards Pasadena.  Sometimes I could just explode with wonder.

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