Of course after a day when the mercury read a quaint seventy American degrees on the fahrenheit scale it would struggle to get near forty. Of course five days after the highest ski area in the state closed for the season due to the lack of it, we'd get snow. Of course it'd look like a borderline blizzard out when it's just enough above freezing to make the paste falling from the sky comfortable to be out standing in, licking the moisture from the sky like a wide-eyed whelp. Of course with all the omens of drought and a fire ban we all give thanks to whatever might be listening for this little drink, even if the bottle will be drained in a day or two. Of course it'll be warm shorts-weather in the matter of a very few risings and settings of the sun.
That's just the way of it...
I live in a land of juxtaposition and irony. Things only make sense when you wrinkle and squint and give the benefit of the doubt. The chaos and maniacal humor inherent in the universe seems that much more obvious. I love it. There are those I know, some of whom I care for who'd agree with an 'of course you do' and go and call me paradoxical. This is home and I could be nowhere else.
Here and now, I lift my glass to the snow, grateful for drink afforded to my tiny world...
I just chalk it up to Mother Nature having pms. Her mood swings are confusing and a tad frustrating, but best met with cheerful tolerance. It is unwise to anger her. (I suspect she's a redhead)
ReplyDelete"licking the moisture from the sky like a wide-eyed whelp." is a genius image.
Thank you. Today, the sky is clear and the cool air doesn't have the chill bite of winter. I, of course, chalk this manic circumstance to a mid-may week in the Rockies.
DeleteToday, in my world, it's supposed to be in the 90s. I can only dream about your cool drink of water...and sign with longing.
ReplyDeleteAnd after I figure out what the sign is for longing, I will sigh even deeper.
DeleteIt'll be about thirty degrees less than by Monday. It's already in the mid-forties shooting toward fifty now.
DeleteSame weather business here. No snow, but the rain and temps are crazy business this year. 90 on Tuesday, 40 on Wednesday...
ReplyDeleteThe snow's melted off now, absorbed into the thirsty soil. The rains, with thunder, came back this afternoon. Tomorrow's supposed to be the last of the showery days, then it's supposed to go and get downright toasty.
DeleteYes, you seem to have British weather over there, no doubt.
ReplyDelete..'sucking the moisture from the air like a wide eyed whelp' perfect. x
Apologies for the misquote, 'licking' and 'sky' are very much better than the substitutions I gave in error. Just perfect.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay about the misquote. I know someone around here who says when it gets misty and foggy it's like Scotland, and back in the day, we had a fair amount of immigrates from England, Ireland, Scotland, and Cornwall working the mines. Maybe days like that reminded them of home?
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