Okay, winter doesn't officially begin until next week, but surely this weekend is as wintry as it will get in the Valley of Hell. The temperature is about fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the clouds are deep and dark, and a light rain is slicing down through the chilly winds. It is the first rain that we have experienced since August.
It is snowing (heavily) in Flagstaff - two hours and a world away from here.
The snowbirds began arriving about a month ago, old people seeking warmth, sunshine, and cheap booze as they while away a few months of yet another Golden Year. They are probably feeling cheated this weekend.
I have ham and beans in the crockpot, and warm cornbread. It's that kind of day. Tonight I will head downtown to see 'S Wonderful, a musical production featuring many great songs of George and Ira Gershwin. On the way downtown I will pass cacti and palm trees draped in Christmas lights.
My holiday cards and packages went out yesterday. The season has been greeted.
And life slips quietly forward.