I'm very impressed by the title of this one. A more foreboding subject in a blog it would be difficult to imagine. This is particularly true of the weather in question, that being today's weather in Houston, Texas.
Today was grey and overcast, substantially cooler than usual, with lots of rain and a mild breeze. I absolutely loved it. Until this week I believe the temperature in Houston had not dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit, 21 degrees Celcius (pet peeve, both of those scales are centigrade scales, saying 20 degrees centigrade is a meaningless statement) since some time in May. Going outside meant shorts, sandals and a t-shirt and sweating. Today I got to put on trousers and a sweatshirt, socks and boots, and slosh off into the muck, lovely.
Clearly there is some nostalgia for places past in this joy, and also the happy knowledge that this is a temporary situation. I would be far less happy in more northern climes with the knowledge that a day like today is just a precursor to months of grey, depressing, dark dampness. But today I can think of sweaters, a peat fire, a tankard of ale, the scratch of the bow upon a fiddle, conviviality and polished brass without being a complete numpty.
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