A Winter Treat

I started the day grumbling at the cold, but got the winter treat that only Tucson has ever shown me. When a wet Pacific storm passes through, and the temperature hovers just above freezing down here in the valley, a magical thing happens in the mountains which are so very close by.

The dark storm cloud passes over, and while it rains (or sometimes even spits snow), we cannot see the mountain peaks. Then as soon as the cloud is gone, those mountains appear all covered with bright white snow just above the five or six thousand feet line. It happens so suddenly, and so dramatically.

To see that process happen on such a huge scale affects me so much more than seeing it happen around the house, or out on the street. It puts things in their place, and takes the bite out of the cold.