As the day was winding down, I decided to take a walk to clear my head and get some exercise. The last rays of sun shone like phoenix fire onto the wide hills around Simi Valley, casting each rock and tree in bronze, all the more striking for the dark thunderheads that gathered on the horizon. Above me, mountainous plumes of silvered clouds mottled the blue sky. The air was stiflingly hot.
I had reached Kuehner and was just turning towards home, as a shade passed over me, and the single grey cloud above me started spilling heavy drops of sporadic rain in an ultra-localized autumn shower. The rain, which felt cool on my skin, soaked deep into the grass of the lawns and permeated the air with a fresh earthy scent, filling me with renewed energy. The last ten minutes of my walk showed the clouds darkening from gold to bloody red to luxurious purple, before the sun’s final light vanished beyond the western hills.
By the time I got home, it was too late to take a good photo. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go bicycling.