This morning, I was Skyping with a student who lives in Minnesota, and who had not accounted for the time change when she made her appointment, but we caught up with each other nonetheless. Like the every oldening person I am becoming, I asked her about the weather:
Yes, I may also be using terms from olden days, like whippersnapper and skedaddle and lickety split and cold snap. But I am counting on it. I am counting on the cold to arrive and to--with a plus or minus of a few degrees fahrenheit--stay. To snap, and then linger. To be here now, for good.
At breakfast time, I stood in the doorway from my kitchen to the patio, toast and strawberries in hand. The wind sounded gusty. It wasn't cold, but it was noisy. Windy, in point of fact. Enough so that I stepped back inside, to read the paper while eating. The door stayed open. There was a discourse between the still kitchen and the blustery backyard, but I was in and the bluster was out, and that's the way it had to be.
Warm, but with a prophesying wind. Sunny, but with prognosticating clouds.
Autumnal-ish, in a word (plus suffix, which means imprecisely):
This is an awesome post all around, but I am stuck on the fact that someone from Minnesota with all them lakes has never heard OF A COLD SNAP? I'm dumbstruck. Truly.
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ReplyDeleteAutumnal is one of my favorite words. There is something about the sunshine in autumn that is my favorite.
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ReplyDelete《Warm, but with a prophesying wind》
This strikes me as the proper way to live a life.