I know it's impossible to go from an ignorant, transplanted Utahan, to a seasoned Californian in one year. Regardless, that is how I felt this morning as I awoke to a sure knowledge that the Santa Anas are upon us. I listened to the wind whistling by our bathroom window and knew that dry, warm conditions had arrived. Welcome back to our annual So. Cal fire watch. Already, there are three blazes burning in So. Cal, two in San Diego county. I have this mental image of the Santa Anas: a rearing, screaming, black stallion being whipped and driven by a dark, cloaked, evil minion of the underworld. These are such restless winds that seem to have an innate desire to consume and destroy. They surge and twist, turning back on themselves in such a show of unpredictability as to leave the firefighters scrambling and scratching their heads in frustration.
I guess it's time to gather my most valuable belongings into one easy-to-access location in case we are run out of our home again by the devil winds.