This morning as I bustled around getting ready to take Esteban to preschool, the wind was blowing but the sun was shining; an autumn chill was in the air. On our drive, the weather was a bizarre mix that defines Colorado's typically atypical seasonal weather--bright morning sun in the East, and a wall of black clouds looming on the horizon. Miraculously, a bright rainbow was seen, too, and it seemed to lead right to our son's preschool--the thought of his teachers 'bringing' the rainbow to school just delighted him. After drop-off, I lingered to talk to another mom and coo over her new baby, and by the time I left ten minutes later, the weather had completely changed. It was now a despicable, blustery mess.
We have an expression in Colorado: "If you don't like the weather, just wait a minute!" It sums up our mercurial climate perfectly, since things here can change in a heartbeat. I dashed to my car. The wind was whipping fiercely, gold leaves skittered sideways across the road, and icy rain pelted my windshield. I only had one thought as I raced home.
