It’s snowing in Arizona, Patsy.
That feels like a pretty consequential thing to write about. I mean, we are a desert 364 days of the year, so that one day where we either get rain or haboobs or frog hail because even though we live in a desert sometimes the desert forgets we live in a desert.
It’s fresh. It’s new. A buddy of mine commented that this time last year we were getting ashen snow, gray, colorless, lifeless. Now it’s clean, pure, reflecting off the ground and telling us to look down, just for a bit, and see that new things sprout up all around us.
Take the snow as a good sign, if you’re into that sort of thing. Otherwise, enjoy the cold if you can. It’s never around for as long as you’d like.
Thanks for reading,