Finally, sunshine has found its way back to Minnesota after a week of gray skies. Not that I minded those gray skies.
Lots of people I know were down in the dumps from the sense of endless dark days, but here is one thing I know about myself: I like cloudy days. Stormy weather. Wind. I like the way windows rattle during wind gusts, love to watch leaves spiral into an autumnal dance. That chill that descends along with rainy fall days puts me into the contemplative headspace usually reserved for the dead of winter.
When snow fell here on Sunday, I was just a little giddy. As the snow began to stick to leaves and grass, to the spent flowers in the garden, I grabbed my camera and caught snowflakes in pictures. Snow that early in October in the Twin Cities never lasts; it was gone by the end of the day. We had a couple of hours of pretty falling flakes, transitory beauty.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a snowbird – someone who leaves Minnesota during winter to go live in a warmer place. These shifting seasons, the surprise of an early snowfall, the way we gather in front of fireplaces or around dinner tables in colder weather, has a place deep in my heart. Winter’s coming, you say? Bring it.
But first, I’ll enjoy these autumn days and the rollercoaster Minnesota weather that teaches us how quickly things change.