It was a hot wind called a Santana

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In the old days, I remember a wind...that would blow through the canyons.
It was a hot wind called a Santana and it carried the smell...of warm places.
It blew the strongest before dawn across the Point.
We would sleep in our cars...and the smell of the wind would wake us. And each morning, we knew this would be a special day.