When the atmosphere above our desks is cloudy and the ensuing fog is a pattern, our minds drift, our words evaporate, and our fingers freeze.
We accept the current conditions as
Familiar with this drought, we listen to the advisory;
hunkering down and forecasting this disturbance will pass –
And sure enough, the depression moves out, the pressure melts away, and as predicted, the conditions are perfect
for an avalanche.