Lee Wochner: Writer. Director. Writing instructor. Thinker about things.


After the flood

For what seems like weeks, Los Angeles has had epic rainfall: nonstop, pouring, round-the-clock rainfall more than triple the average for this time of year. The ground surrounding my house, formerly parched, has been hard-pressed to take any more — which is how most of the humans have felt too.

The ground yesterday, so saturated it can absorb no more water.

But today, there’s this: beautiful, clear skies. As shown above my house.

The next day.

2021 was not the best of years for a lot of people. There was plenty of death (covid-related and not), and real economic turmoil, a worsening environmental picture, an insurrection at the Capitol that I very wrongly assumed would spell the end of Trumpism now that the malfeasants were out in the light of day, and uncertainty… about the pandemic, the future, and so much else.

Yesterday, the cloudburst may have flooded my office.

My office yesterday. When I told my business partner that this was impeding my work, she pointed out, “The plastic is clear.” Fair point.

But today, we have bright clear skies.

Note the sun peeking through. That’s the place to focus — always.

I’m grateful for that and more: my loved ones (both family and friends), good health and good cheer and good work. And the lure of the future, with travel and friends old and new and new accomplishments.

I hope the blue sky of today augurs well for your future, and for mine.

One Response to “After the flood”

  1. Dan Says:

    Can you confirm or deny reports that in you neighborhood it rained so hard the household pets came outside and began lining up at the curb, two by two?

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