Thursday, late afternoon, as the sun was heading towards the horizon, a brilliant halo of light surrounded its watery brilliance. The halo was punctuated by sun dogs, mini-suns: a reflection generated by the amount of moisture in the air. I shuddered. They are an omen of snow within twenty-four to forty-eight hours. The brighter they are, the more snow can be expected.
I've seen them before this winter but this is the brightest they've been.
Today has dawned with a cloudless but somewhat hazy blue sky so we'll just have to wait and see if the old wives tale is accurate. It usually is. That and the forecast for tomorrow is five to ten centimeters of snow. Hopefully that's all we'll get. Weather people aren't known for their accuracy!
I'm a weather junky. Most Canadians are. It's talked about a lot. The record breaking cold this month has a lot of us muttering uncivilized comments. I don't mind the cold...much. At least it's been sunny.
And my sump pump has stopped running for the first time in two years because the groundwater finally froze! Bonus! A bit of hydro savings.
I'm starting to feel a bit better, weak, but better. Tomorrow should see a marked improvement due to the antibiotics. Meanwhile, I'll hunker down and enjoy a quiet day.
"When it is evening you say, 'It will be fair weather, for the sky is red;' and in the morning, 'It will be foul weather today for the sky is red and threatening.'" Mat 16:2-3
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
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