In the early morning there is nothing like driving east on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley. Not too many drivers on the road the view of the Verdugo mountains are straight ahead. The Verdugo shine with a blue gray hue recalling my youthful wild days. The street is lined with dark green pepper trees blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens freely enhanced with miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds What is left of a wild valley. It is a cool windy day the will-o'-the-wisp goes around and round. Made up of different colored leaves memories that stir within me. Coolness on clothes distance of windy gray sky maybe rain will fall onto the concert of the Los Angeles River Parallel to the Verdugo Mountains. Prehistoric blue gray mountain range wild dew memories inspire feelings I am getting younger not older. ~Hudley Flipside
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