|Sunset a couple nights ago, just as it came off the camera. |
Thank you Liz for calling it to my attention, as it only lasted a minute or two.
We are a long way from the Rockies, so I guess technically you couldn't call this a Chinook wind. However, it is warm and soft and weird out and I think whatever we have going will be followed by a storm. It feels impending so to speak.
The trains across the river sound as if they are going to join me right here in the kitchen. I can hear the individual rattle of every cross tie and join in the tracks. Clackity, clackity, clackity, clack. Normally they are just a dull roar in the background. Today one must notice.
Everything that hasn't blown away in previous storms is banging and clanging and crashing around out there. The last twigs of the morning glory vines are lashing and slashing across the kitchen window and a draft is sneaking in from somewhere.
If it were March I would just settle down and enjoy it, or maybe go out and slosh around in the mud. However, this is kinda strange for February and I am more inclined to watch it go by outside the windows and wait and see what follows.
|Sunrise the day the big snows hit to the south|
Those bands of clouds are as close as it got to us