[Image by W. L. Warner]
Yesterday evening a deep coastal cloudbank was driving in across the whole horizon, eating up the headlands beyond the Ventura County Fairgrounds. It was the last night of the fair and the lights of the Ferris wheel glowed spookily in the mist, miles away. Wild rays of sunlight, like banners, seemed to flutter over the headlands at the edge of the cloud bank.
The sun, a bright red viscous disc, appeared through the mists just before it disappeared into the ocean.
These sorts of phenomena turn the blank landscapes of the sea and sky into theatrical spaces, which seem both awesome and manageable -- a place one might act in, given the appropriate role, mythological and ritualistic. Conditions also in which gods might step down into our world.
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