I watched a flock of crows,
rise into the foggy October sky,
from the gridlock traffic of I-15.
Rising above this concrete jungle,
they took wing, to the east,
heading into the hazy orange sunrise.
The San Diego freeways were packed this morning,
as usual.
And not for the first time,
I wished that I lived somwhere else.
Some small town.
A place where everyday is a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Where it's ok not to be in a hurry,
to get nowhere fast.
A place where leaves turn colors,
and skies open up,
unleashing rain & snow.
San Diego is once again rising,
like a phoenix from the ashes.
The smell of smoke finally fading,
ash clearing,
showing scorched earth beneath.
Two ravaging firestorms in four years,
and I don't want to endure another.
Time to move on.
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