Weather Report
I took off from Ontario this morning, not only on time but a full ten minutes early (Pilot: “Well, folks, everybody’s here, so we’re gonna go”). The skies were relatively clear, much as yesterday—visible smoke, but visible sky as well—and the faint smell of smoke was not much more overwhelming than that found when walking down a neighborhood street during winter.
But once airborne, both the fires themselves and their precipitating causes were immediately visible—smoke in the air, sparse desert vegetation, arid land. Brown in every direction, as far as the eye could see.
What a shock, then, to land in Minneapolis to find that it was 40 degrees cooler, and raining. And that rain had been a snow flurry some minutes earlier. Boston is not quite that cool, but still lovely. One of the people I met here today complained that there’s supposed to be rain tomorrow, and I just wanted to cheer.
I can’t bring the rain home with me, but I will apparently be bringing something much needed—the temperature is falling, the humidity is rising, and the winds are falling still. What was a high of 102 two days ago will be a high of 66 on Thursday.
Here’s wishing everyone a little cool, and a little wet, and a little more appreciation thereof.
