two fifty-nine a.m.

which is the current mountain standard time.

it's fifty nine degrees.

59!

but the merry little breezes are rustling rustley.

i can hear the middle-of-the-night train whistling by two or three miles away.

i can hear the leaves swirling in little wind dervishes outside my window.

the sky is a bright, pinkish-yellow. i suppose it's just a reflection of the city lights against the clouds.

the temperature says 61 degrees, now.
and here comes the wind.

i s'pose it's here to whisk away our Indian Summer, then.

well - Thanks for bringing it to us in the first place.

we'll look forward to our gifts being brought to us in bundled-up packages now.