are still sprinkled with powdered sugar. They sky overhead is just a tad too unsaturated to be a solid cobalt blue. Perhaps God really does love SoCal – maybe it’s not merely the modern day Sodom or Gomorah. (Which is hardly the way I categorize things) Despite the traffic congestion, the overbuilding, the strip malls and package stores and overpriced tract housing. Despite the meth dealers and the Wallmart Shoppers, today is a beautiful day – one whose beauty smothers all else until all things become beautiful, even in spite of themselves.