Norwegian Saga

Today’s weather is perfect.

It’s the kind that if hidden from the sun the night’s frost remains throughout the day. One’s breath forms lingering clouds that dissipate before one can imagine a shape in them. It is not quite cold enough that one needs gloves however. One doesn’t feel burdened by the extra clothes and fumbling for keys is not a problem. As cars pass they leave the smell of diesel exhaust that only this kind of weather can cause; the smell that is oddly reminiscent of days past when engines were about helping man work, worries of efficiency and the environment non-existent. The sun is brilliant only because it is so low but it shines with a comforting yellow not the painful white of summer that hurts the eyes. The air is fresh! One feels as though one can breathe twice as deeply for the air doesn’t stop in one’s throat or mouth for being too soggy and hot or icy and biting. The weather is more perfect because we know it won’t last, winter is just around the corner. Every morning has the expectation of snow and one waits with bated breath. To take the gloves or not? One treasures every second spent outside as it will change from this perfection. Then we’ll have to wait an entire year until we have it again.

Yes, today’s weather is perfect.