Climate Control, or Lack Thereof

On Monday, it was eighty-five and the sky was heavy with the grey haze of humidity.

On Tuesday, it was sixty-five and the streets flooded - literally - as raindrops pelted already-saturated soil.

Today, it is forty-three and the snow flurries that were spotted during rush hour just might reappear.

This, my friends, is how it works in Minnesota.