It's always strange returning to Los Angeles from New Mexico - the shock of the urban noise; the hazy air (which is beautiful, even when one reminds oneself it's pollution); the houses - and then the climate: warm in the daytime, right now, and it's citrus season: we walked this morning past front yards with lemons and oranges and pomelos. Two days ago, I was still crunching snow underfoot outside the house - and here's the thing: because of all the precipitation here, we can see snow-capped mountains from our living room.
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