Last night we were woken up by the noise of shuddering windows from strong gusts of wind and the loud pitter-patter of rain. We peeked out and it looked like we were in the middle of some tropical storm. This morning, when I left for work, it was brisk, but the sun was peeking out from behind puffy purple clouds, and as I headed east on the 101 Freeway, I saw the sunlight glittering of snowy-capped mountains. Only in Southern California can I be 20 minutes from the beach and an hour away from snowy mountains and the desert. I love this land.