Thursday, December 20, 2012

5:45 AM

Seventy degrees — freakishly warm even by our standards — and humid (the wire again buzzing), low clouds racing overhead (like apocalyptic horseman should come galloping by any time), the willow periodically whipped sideways by sudden fearsome gusts; a weird and wonderful morning, but a harbinger of changes to come.1

1 A little later, it started pouring and the temperature dropped about twenty degrees.

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