The weather was tolerable for our run today. Only a tiny bit of chill for the first five minutes leading those who had jackets (because it’s December, for cry-yai) to hurriedly shed them and tie them around their waists. The sky was a featureless gray, and there was a spitting drizzle that forced us to take off our glasses.
But the drizzle eventually let up, and the temperatures climbed even further. By afternoon, the sun was out, and the temperatures were approaching the upper 70s. The house was colder inside than the yard was outside; so we opened the doors and windows and let the warmth stream in.
But that warmth is about to be a thing of the past. A front approaches from the north. The wind is blowing in the canopies of the trees. The fair and industrious Trudy just completed the closing of all our open doors and windows, and she is studiously focused on online weather maps — maps that tell us within the hour the temperatures are going to drop from the 70s into the 30s.
And with that, winter will be upon us.