A day ago I awoke at dawn, poured my self a big, steaming cuppa joe, fed the dog and while perusing my morning news feeds took in the the bitter, cold winter landscape.
Unless I was still in a somnambulistic state I could have sworn that it was maybe 4 to 6 F upon arising and within less than a couple of hours the temperature had dropped to -2 F or more as dawn broke and the sun rose. This is indeed counterintuitive.
And has happened on more than one occasion.
I call it my Dr. Zhivago moment.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment