In my memories, it was always sunny, though I know many days started out as foggy as my current home on the northern California coast, and, like here, ended the same way, too. There were wild and fierce thunderstorms too, when we girls would gather in our parents’ as the house shook around us. I’d hide under the covers as the lightning shattered the dark sky and even spilt a tree right beside our house. Sometimes, it would sizzle into the lake’s inky waters. My father and brother would watch bedazzled, counting to tell how far away the storm was.