so full of curry it's a crime
Brief Friday check-in. Am sitting down at a cafe near my apartment to write for the next 2.5-ish hours until I leave to go see "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" with a bunch of friends & coworkers. Hooray for not COMPLETELY missing out on current pop culture!
Mostly the reason I'm posting is because we're approaching San Francisco's Indian summer, and the weather is already trending in that direction. This afternoon we're having one of those ridiculous gorgeous golden California sunsets. I really have to actually explain this to people who've never watched the sun go down into the Pacific Ocean; as a Midwesterner, I was in shock the first time I saw the entire sky go gold and stay that way for a good several hours.
I'm not remotely kidding about this—facing west, towards the ocean, is.... okay, so there's this really great scene in the Danny Boyle movie "Sunshine" where one of the characters opens the screen in the viewing room to the face of the sun, and the light is just so overpowering and intense that it's more like a physical being, an actual presence than it is anything else. Obviously watching the sun go down in California doesn't result in instant retinal scarring and scalding of the outermost layer of dermis, but the light is still so much more tangible than it ever felt like living in other parts of the country.
I did figure out why, after awhile—it's because all that light is reflecting off the surface of the Pacific, so there's twice as much as there usually is—but it took me a hilariously long time, and has in no way changed my stupefied reaction to the quality of the light, which is that despite whatever else I might have planned on a given afternoon, when the sky goes like that, all gold and vivid and blinding, all I want to do is go running full-tilt down to the ocean and stand there at the edge, soaking it up. Those are the afternoons that I feel particularly antsy, too, like sooner or later I'll just keep going and swim right into the Pacific and climb aboard a boat and not come back.
Yeah, okay, I've had too much curry. Done rhapsodizing about the California coast for now! Off to work on my big bang. ♥
Mostly the reason I'm posting is because we're approaching San Francisco's Indian summer, and the weather is already trending in that direction. This afternoon we're having one of those ridiculous gorgeous golden California sunsets. I really have to actually explain this to people who've never watched the sun go down into the Pacific Ocean; as a Midwesterner, I was in shock the first time I saw the entire sky go gold and stay that way for a good several hours.
I'm not remotely kidding about this—facing west, towards the ocean, is.... okay, so there's this really great scene in the Danny Boyle movie "Sunshine" where one of the characters opens the screen in the viewing room to the face of the sun, and the light is just so overpowering and intense that it's more like a physical being, an actual presence than it is anything else. Obviously watching the sun go down in California doesn't result in instant retinal scarring and scalding of the outermost layer of dermis, but the light is still so much more tangible than it ever felt like living in other parts of the country.
I did figure out why, after awhile—it's because all that light is reflecting off the surface of the Pacific, so there's twice as much as there usually is—but it took me a hilariously long time, and has in no way changed my stupefied reaction to the quality of the light, which is that despite whatever else I might have planned on a given afternoon, when the sky goes like that, all gold and vivid and blinding, all I want to do is go running full-tilt down to the ocean and stand there at the edge, soaking it up. Those are the afternoons that I feel particularly antsy, too, like sooner or later I'll just keep going and swim right into the Pacific and climb aboard a boat and not come back.
Yeah, okay, I've had too much curry. Done rhapsodizing about the California coast for now! Off to work on my big bang. ♥