The incessant blue of Los Angeles' sky has taken a hike, and it's a welcome relief. There's only so much sunshine and lightweight clothing a body can take. Sooner or later you have to recharge with some winter mellowness.
LA knows this instinctually, which is why we get June gloom.
It’s not that I always want to look out the window and see foggy mists… I would have stayed in San Francisco if that was my one true jam. Yet I do love seeing low clouds, pregnant with rain, shrouding palm tree dappled hills. It lends a grey grace to the high desert chic of La La.