As still and deeply beautiful the cold and snow of January were, February has begun dramatically.
Sunday night, I woke about 3 a.m. to the sound of rain, which seemed like a new sound as it always does at the end of winter.
Last night the wind buffeted the bedroom window, which meant it was from the South, meaning a continuation of this warm trend, or maybe from the East, meaning it would continue to rain. Today it was cloudy and windy and everything is slush and puddles, with islands of snow-cone-like snow and ice.
Out here on the prairie, you feel all the kinds of weather around you.
I’ve lived here just over six months, half a year of weather, barely a start on what it means to live here.