Order from Chaos

 

"Offshore winds had been too strong to be doing the surf much good, but surfers found themselves getting up early anyway to watch the dawn weirdness, which seemed like a visible counterpart to the feeling in everybody's skin of desert winds and heat and relentlessness, with the exhaust from millions of motor vehicles mixing with microfine Mojave sand to refract the light toward the bloody end of the spectrum, everything dim, lurid and biblical, sailor-take-warning skies. The state liquor stamps over the tops of tequila bottles in the stores were coming unstuck, is how dry the air was"
Thomas Pynchon - Inherent Vice

That time of year

The winter rains (?) have dumped a fair amount of sand at local beaches via the SoCal network of storm drains. We don't want the water to run over the golf course (no not the greens!) and we definitely don't want water in the living room (where would we live?).

So the particulate and I am talking about that which makes the trip from the local mountains and not the eroding sandstone cliffs that line so many of the beaches is, right now, just lounging around.

But soon, and it takes a few good swells. That sand is going to be just in the right places.