From the sublime...
to the ridiculous...
When I opened the shade on the plane in the morning,
it was clear that it had snowed in the mountains.
Aside from that shock, re-entry was gentle;
the first day back here was 65 degrees.
Joke's on me.
Now it's 14 and going down to 15 below zero tomorrow night.
I'm humbled and holed up in the studio.
P.S. This my blog, so I get to make amends.
Both of these places are ridiculously sublime.