This morning the first serious norther blew through. Mostly dry, we only collected .08 inches in rain gauge. Oh, the sky!
Like the underbelly clinging beneath a Canadian goose headed south, gray, downy clouds scooted swiftly along the horizon at day break. The movement was measurable even as I drove into the city.
Cold air pushed the clouds, a faint cerulean gap between two flat layers hinted at the start of day. It was the top layer that reminded me of a bird in flight- the top was rounded, fluffy with shades of gray so 3 dimensional that it gave life to the clouds.
This weather dropped serious snow along the Sangre de Christo mountains.
Wonderful, seasonal weather.