After waking up from a nightmare at 4 in the morning, I proceeded to pack my bags and head downstairs in the middle of the night in Toronto. It was pouring rain again, traffic lights were out, glad that I was leaving this grey dreary snowy mess behind for a while.
On the plane I took the window seat as usual. My normal breakfast time came and went. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I downed my cereal and granola bar in two gulps. By then the plane was passing through Ohio and Nebraska. Beneath me, flat, brown tracts of land. Wholly human imprints but a ghostland humans had abandoned to go live in cities. The roads snaked and twisted alongside the rivers but there was nary a car to be seen. The square fields soon turned into rounded fields. I closed my eyes for a nap.
Soon, just as the sun was breaking through this region of the world, I could see the mountains of Colorado in the distance. We sailed over the snow-capped bumps for about two hours, then...
The Bay Area. The snow had given way to the green mountains of the bay area. After a while I saw the bay and San Francisco's downtown. The ships in the bay were like sentinels of the sea welcoming us home as we travelled southwest towards the airport. It's sunny. It's as if I've been sent on a mission by hibernating/stranded Torontonians to find life again, and I've found it here in sunny California.
In the city, the weather (for now) is dazzling sunlight with a cool breeze. Perfect springtime-like weather. Green, large lush billowy canopy trees. Stucco houses with Spanish-tile roofs. Spanish Chinese English trilingualism. Wide boulevards. Colourful houses in many shapes and sizes. Hills all around.