There are a few days in both Spring and Autumn, almost exactly at the midpoint between Equinox and Solstice, where the sun is at such an angle that, if the day is clear, there's a strange quality to the light that makes the world seem ... not so much unreal
Today is one of those days, one of those high-definition days, and the oddness of the weather makes it moreso. Last night, around sunset, the winds came in off the desert, south-east of us, and brought a wave of warmth; it was actually warmer an hour or two after nightfall than it had been in the late afternoon. Since then, the wind has shifted again, coming from the Northwest, and, while it's still warm today (around 80), the forecast tells us that these winds will soon bring us a front from Alaska.
And you can tell. When you step outside, there's a strangeness in the air, more than just the light, more than just the wind.
Maybe it's just that there's so much change in my life right now, that these strange winds blew in at the end of a long and strange weekend.
I can feel it, though, like a tangible thing.
There's change in the air.
( There's no shelter from the wind ... )