... and I'm sure all shepherds were feeling suitable Warned after a daybreak like this (indeed, it was so startling that it had me hurtling out of bed - where I'd been idling glumly reading the latest Brexit news - to take its photograph). Within five minutes, it had turned a pale curdled yellow; within twenty, thick clouds were piling up from the south. It snowed in the middle of the day; right now, it's snowing again - not much, but enough to look pretty tomorrow. When I drove into town to mail some letters, the drive on the interstate was through clouds - not badly so, but enough to remind one that this is life at 7,000 feet, with all the meteorological uncertainty that brings with it.
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