Springtime Song

Unsettled. That’s the usual weatherman description for our springtime and, boy, is that an accurate term! My trip to work was a perfect example.

An inch of snow, frost covered trees and bushes… morning sun… blue sky. And look, a huge fogbank is covering the ridge to the left of the red rock. Half a mile later…

The fogbank looks almost ominous.

The fog lifted and then closed in again.

Ten Sleep sat in a cloud… alternating between snow and fog. It cleared by the afternoon and, although still cold, was fairly decent, melting the snow and frost away.

Then, I awoke to this…