“I was walking along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
Flash, bam, alacazam,
Out of the orange colored, purple stripes,
Pretty green polka-dot sky Flash, bam, alacazam,
Went the sky.”
One of my daily tasks is to take the mail from my office to the post box across the street. On my way to the post box, I have a view of the Topa Topa mountain range. On the way back, if the day is clear, I can see, across the farm fields, the Pacific Ocean, and, in the distance, the Channel Islands.
One day last winter there were thunder clouds over the mountains, and a rainbow cast by the setting sun. Directly overhead the sky was a brilliant, glowing orange. On the horizion, the islands were a purple shadow above green seas.
