It was a perfect day in Los Angeles. Even Shakespeare might not have words for a day like this. You had to “be there” to appreciate it. The sun was shining, and soft white clouds were parked in the deep blue sky. The temperature was perfect for shorts. Not chilly, not hot. A breeze occasionally stirred the leaves.
Most days in LA are hot. December and January are usually rainy and, for some reason, June is usually cool and overcast. Although many locals find June weather to be refreshingly cool, the local TV weather people complain daily. “When is the ‘June gloom’ going to end?” they ask.
Eventually, of course, the gray June sky changes to a blue sky with very high temperatures. For the next five months, the local TV weather people complain about how hot it is, and get excited when the temperature drops five degrees.
Winter in LA means rain. Rain excites the local TV weather people. They get to remind viewers to remember their umbrellas, watch out for traffic, and drive extra carefully! They get to say “storm warning!” More than half the time, no storm follows the storm warning.
When a big storm hits LA, the local TV weather people show close-ups of big puddles in the streets, close-ups of windshield wipers wiping away raindrops, and close-ups of wet people waiting at bus stops. Sometimes they show close-ups of TV reporters standing ankle-deep in raging streams.
For some reason, the local TV weather people never have much to say about a perfect day like today.