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30 minutes on monday

8 am and 5 degrees. The sun is low and the only colors are black and gold. A dusting of snow swirls around the traffic on the freeway like an anemic fog. 15 minutes and blue begins to creep into the snow in the shadows. 8:30 and I'm at my desk.

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You beat me with the temp:
8 am and 10 degrees, 7:58 at my desk, 8:25 at a client meeting.

8 am and -5 degrees; windchill between -20 and -30. I have to get out of Minnesota.

8 a.m. and roses in bloom. Another damn beautiful day.
But at least you are are suffering poetically. I can feel and see it. Artists! I am more inclined to :
"11:35 and all grades are figured. The sharp pencil mathematical model disappeared an hour ago and became "well, that looks like about an A". "Yep, thats what it's gonna be". no poetry there. No snow either.