Garage Doors in California

California has a very unique aesthetic, and there are some garage door models that look great on a sSouthern Californian homes that could never fly in a damper climate. Just, aesthetically speaking. There is a story about California desert gods, and we have named one of our new garage door designes after it: The Hollyhock and the Ram's Head. It goes like this:

Aoi knows there is no such thing as time for them. But Ramsey explains: there is time enough. For clouds and desert shadows to move. For the sun to meander and meet the horizon. For mountains to rise and fall.
“Come here.” Feet touch sand, grains against toes and ankle bones.
“I knew I could get a smile,” Ramsay says, takes Aoi’s hand. “Let’s race.” They dash across the Sonoran Desert and Death Valley, up the coast to the Bay.  They see goldminers and missions, huts and skyscrapers. A baseball diamond. Buffalo. Rivers and dried up rivers. 
“I win.” Ramsay says.
It turns out, when they get there, that the bridge hasn’t been built yet. The Bay is beautiful, but alien somehow with the absence of its golden gate.
“We’re too early,” Aoi says, but over the wind he’s not sure that Ramsey can hear him. Or too late, he thinks.
In any case Ramsey ignores him, rolls up his pant legs and wades in. He looks back, sun in his dark curls, and says, “It’ll come. We just have to be patient.”
There is time. Enough time for water to soak the bottoms of rolled-up jeans, sea and salt weighing them down, sticking and chafing against soft skin. Time to sit together on a rock, not too close.
“How long do we have to—”
“Shh,” Ramsey whispers, scoots closer. He puts and arm around Aoi’s shoulder, and points. “Look.”
And like a rainbow, the bridge spans across the bay before their eyes.
“You’re really good at this whole thing. I’m newer,” Aoi says. Ramsey ignores him except to ruffle his hair.
“What’s your favorite kind of bird?” Ramsey says.
“What?” Aoi squints into the sun.
“Mine’s a sparrow. What’s yours?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really think about birds so often.”
“Maybe you should.”