SANTA ANAS

 There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ”

Raymond Chandler "Red Wind"

The winds were crazy last night turning garbage cans and planters on their side, causing dried palm fronds to frolic in the streets of the canyon.  They created an alertness in my brain, resulting in interrupted sleep and dry nasal passages.   They charge the air with positive ions, causing moodiness and a pessimistic outlook.  I was gratefully spared electrical loss, experienced by many in my neighborhood,  and a contrary outlook.  The winds are suppose to kick up again tonight wrecking more havoc, stirring more pots.