which is the current mountain standard time.
it's fifty nine degrees.
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.