Category Archives: Weather

Atmospheric Streams

I won’t permit anxiety about this winter rain. So what if there’s a leak? That’s nothing as depressing as the drought, and skylights are less trouble than the creek I nestled near, for ten and seven years. These current storms … Continue reading

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Record Snow

Libby isn’t a comfortable traveler. It doesn’t matter how often she’s been someplace; she gets nervous before leaving home and a part of her stays home, pulling her back like a drafting compass, making her count the hours or days … Continue reading

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Mid-February (One Year Ago)

It’s happening again – a bare-limbed bush across the yard has leafed out overnight. On parkway edges hyacinths now push the earth, and turn with quince blooms toward the light. I watched a hummingbird imbibe today and looking closer now, … Continue reading

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Storm Warning

Attempted terror forecast is the charge. The weatherman tried scaring us all week, predicting floods and treefall from the large amount of rain – an atmospheric streak of storm. “Be ready for the likelihood of power outages and roadways blocked.” (Acquire … Continue reading

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Nine Inches

My daughter told me Portland has no plows, for snowfall seldom sticks. She said a mere two inches and the infrastructure bows. Quadruple that and pavements disappear, a tram derails, the buses pop their chains, and sunny icy days ensue … Continue reading

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Cozy

At 6 a.m. it’s 33 degrees outside, and clear as polished leaded glass. We’re tempered by the bay – we seldom freeze – but still I’m glad to goose the natural gas to toast ceramic logs to radiate to warm … Continue reading

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November Trees

A glancing westward in the morning light of crispy mid-November finds a tree: a loose-leafed skeleton of branch, a sight of hibernating winter fantasy. Its bony limbs are lace against the white horizon built of fog upon the sea, and … Continue reading

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Myopia

No matter where you journey, there you are: an individual within a space, informed by sun position and by star configuration, feeling any place unreal to “How’s the weather? What’s the scene?” surrounding you right now. It’s raining here so … Continue reading

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Promises

Her dog is walking her this afternoon upon a sidewalk carpeted with leaves, and she detects the winter coming soon for it’s too cool today for T shirt sleeves. An apple is reducing in her hand as she ingests each … Continue reading

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Note

I’m taking the rest of the week off. I intend to return next Monday. Meanwhile, here’s a little note: The weatherman suggested we’ll get wet today. He mentioned odds of ten percent, how odd October rain would be, and yet … Continue reading

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