The last few days here in Oakland (where I live)/ San Francisco (where I work) have been composed mainly of blue sky and sunshine. Lots of each. It almost feels like summer, which is unusual for San Francisco in the summertime.

Fine, fair weather. The kind of golden hued days that made me feel immortal as a child.

My inner weather these last few days, however, has been punctuated by brooding black clouds, occasional thunderstorms, several inches of rain.

Sarah has suffered with me through these strange days of sunshine and deluge. I thank the Universe for her presence. Even in the murkiest downpour, I see rainbows every time I look in her eyes.