The Santa Ana winds are blowing today and the high temperatures are in the nineties. Times like this always make me think of Raymond Chandler.
“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of
those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl
your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that
every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the
carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can
even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”
― Raymond Chandler, Red
Wind: A Collection of Short Stories
One of my novellas, Dead in L.A. features the Santa Anas. In the book they increase Leander's psychic abilities.
