Strange Currencies
I saw something striking today.

When I moved to California, I knew things would be different. I had friends at school who were from the Bay Area, so I had some idea of what to expect. I knew the gas prices would be high, housing would be expensive and the traffic would be horrendous. I also knew that this was the place to be if I wanted to work in the tech industry. But the one thing that still surprises me day in and day out is the weather.

I was walking to my car this afternoon and I looked over at the creek that runs next to my apartment complex. I saw something that made me do a double-take. I saw grass. Now, why this in itself is not very significant, the fact that the grass was green was.

I had to think back and assure myself that it was indeed January. Still in the heart of winter, somehow the grass had begun to grow again. When I think back to winters past, the only grass I remember seeing was vbrown and for all practical purposes, dead. To me, the winter is the time for vegetation to hibernate, gathering their strength to provide life to Mother Earth.

I really shouldn’t be so surprised by this occurance. After all, I’ve been here long enough to know that the weather patterns in this area defy normal convention. It should be cold and snowy in the winter, with naked, barren trees and grey skies. It shouldn’t be 60 - 70 degrees out with people frolicking on the beaches with not even a jacket amongst them. The tree outside my window still has green leaves on it and it only a few weeks ago when the trees by my office finally was devout of it’s foliage.

Well, spring is right around the corner. Can’t wait to see what happens.