The clouds were teasing the mountains the other day…tickling them and running away.
Giggling, daring them to react, like children running in the school yard.
The mountains watched with good humour, waiting for the right moment.
They knew it would come, they were patient.
The clouds flitted back and forth.
Up and down, running circles through the mountains.
Crossing the fields, blocking the sun.
Dropping down to the earth when they were tired, taking a nap.
The mountains held steady, like mountains do.
The clouds floated about, lazily hanging around.
The mountains sat, watching the clouds with a bemused look on their face.
Stoic, strong, weighted, no movement.
And then when it was least expected it, late one cold night.
As the clouds slept a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in the sky.
The mountains took a deep breath, and they….
And now everything is white.
We are going from one Hawaii like day as I call it, warmish temperatures that were supposed to melt the snow.
To our coming Alaska like temperatures.
Bitter cold is coming. And no one has told Autumn that winter is over 3 weeks away…she has forgotten to set the auto temperature at the right warmth.
We’ve already had one polar vortex visiting us, and this upcoming one will make it look like a walk in the park…but a snowy park for sure.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams