Stormy weather, just can't get my poor old self together

It seems I haven't lived in Ann Arbor long enough to remember its seasonal intricacies when they arise. Late autumn is really foggy. Almost every day there is some sort of visibility warning. Of course, this dismal fogginess is quite eerie and beautiful in the morning, but it leads to a long, dark winter where the sun doesn't show its face frequently enough and the whole world is dreary and sad.

The other morning was the beginning. I awoke to look out on a blanket of white through the three dimensional space of my backyard. Without my glasses on, I proclaimed, "Juggles, it's snowing!" He laughed and said it was just fog. Oh yes, this fog stuff we get.

'Tis the season.


Unrelated, there's a Haydn symphony nicknamed "The Palindrome" (Symphony No. 47 in G major Hob. I:47) due to its third movement wherein the second part of each the Minuet and the Trio is the same as the first, but backward. I heard this on the radio today and liked the concept of this done in music.



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