Early Friday morning I rode into Sacramento with my mother, Anna. I went into her work with her where she paraded me around as if I was some sort of foreign dignatary. I passed some time with her in her office and chatted with her friends before I decided it was time for me to do some exploring. Grabbing a quick bite to eat at my favorite (and the best) breakfast place in town I decided to head over to the Capitol. As I parked the Jeep a torrential downpour began without any warning.
People began to dart all over the place, some whipping umbrellas seemingly out of nowhere while others seemed resigned to their fate.
Minutes later the sun returned bathing the Capitol in what seemed to be an unseasonably warm shower of light. The sun, in repelling the clouds, returned to the area a light mood, the urgency of minutes past washed away as the clouds and their chaos had been by the sun.