Monday was the river bottoms full of a thick flowing fog with the forlorn tips of trees poking out, disappearing in the shifting mass and reappearing seconds to minutes later. Mountains sharp, black and stark, like cut from a thick steel plate and placed against the fire and fury of the sun. Tuesday was a desert-like in the deep blue with a ring of pastel orange and yellows around the horizon Wednesday was swaddled in a blanket of fog until I climbed out to see the mountains stark and pink in the waning sunrise. ALL the river bottoms were thick and heavy...wipers on like light rain. Thursday was wraiths of fog all lit by the beams from a cosmic torch...colored and bright..like driving into bountiful light. Friday was much like Monday...thick fog in the river bottoms (where the roads run of course) and bright on the hilltops poking out of the fog.
Its like April in February or so says the news. One thing I HAVE noticed is that the trees are blooming already...Cherry blossoms and pussy willows...in February...we often do not see our last frost until late April...and I've had snow on my birthday around April's end.
Anthropomorphogenic Global Climate Change... right.
* this one has been hanging about for a few months...while I have been visiting the Land of the Rising Sun*