Tuesday-night randoms
Raising the refrigerator

Flying time

September already.

One thing I’m really happy about now that I’m back in Salt Lake is the plainly evident seasons we enjoy here. Hot summers, cool autumns, cold winters, wet springs, and you know what season it is without having to consult the calendar.

Fall’s my favorite part of the year anyway. I like the warm days and cool nights, and the changes in foliage simply can’t be beat. I usually make a drive up Emigration Canyon and into East Canyon, where the road cuts along a couple of steep canyon walls that give an amazing display of color as the days roll toward November.

3-day forecast snip
Typical weather forecast as autumn rolls in for Salt Lake City: Hot one day, 30 degrees cooler a couple days later.
I’m a little ambivalent about the changes in my life the last several months. If things had gone as I expected when I arrived in Phoenix in April, I’d be living among temps of 100° or higher still, noticing the shortening days but no other outward changes to indicate the march of time, making a 70-mile round-trip commute each day, and so on.

Here I’ll see the leaves change color and eventually drop from the trees. I’ll wear short sleeves in the daytime but put on a sweater or jacket at night, and the change from daylight saving time to standard time will be just one more indicator that the days soon will be mostly dark. Leaving the house and returning home in darkness, slipping and sliding when the snows arrive, scraping road salt off the car.

Amazing changes. I’m happy I’ll get to see them again.