The storms
over the Pacific are stacked up like airplanes waiting for landing, and
California is waiting to receive them.
Three days wet, one day dry. No
one is complaining. Finally the Nicasio
Reservoir has returned to near capacity.
The creeks I bicycled by today are flowing in full force. The swale is swollen with large puddles of
water, gleaming with the reflection of the setting sun.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
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