The mention of Santa Ana winds brings me back to Joan Didion's essay collection Slouching towards Bethlehem, and it makes me slightly nostalgic for the train, the daylight creeping into the valley, casting light a pink hue over the wind farms and the flashing signs along the I10 portion of San Bernadino
or this lovely tune too:
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