We watched the weather carefully all afternoon. The much heralded southerly blast was on its way, and it was noticeable as the wind started to change, from a mild but blustery northerly to the colder southerly. Within about an hour, the temperature had dropped about seven degrees. As the evening set in, the weather deteriorated. I know it smacks of privilege, but I did take pleasure in being inside a cosy house, listening to the occasional thunder, and the iciness of the rain against the windows. We waited for the predicted snow, but it never came. That would have been very delightful, but we have to delight in what we have at the time!
A year of daily delights
Mali's Daily Delights 