Some days I convince myself I can't walk. Rain, snow, ice, and mud keep me off the gravel roads. If I can't find an alternative course, and I usually don't, I cook. But I must be careful deciding among bad weather,being lazy or just wanting to cook. Lazy days are a trap. They lead to more lazy days and even worse, guilt. I don't like wild weather but I like guilt much less.
Regardless of the weather, some wild things that occur on my walks are very noticeable temperature changes. I'm not considering the normal warm up as the walk goes along or even the wind in your face cool down. I'm suggesting twilight zone stuff.
When I am within ten steps of The Farmer's mailbox the air quickly warms up several degrees. It stays that way until about ten steps past the mailbox when it quickly changes back. After I have walked a few hundred feet further, down to the bottom of a draw next to the babbling brook, the temperature near instantly drops several degrees then just as quickly changes back.
I often think warm ghost cold ghost but I know there is some meteorological explanation.
Regardless of the weather, some wild things that occur on my walks are very noticeable temperature changes. I'm not considering the normal warm up as the walk goes along or even the wind in your face cool down. I'm suggesting twilight zone stuff.
When I am within ten steps of The Farmer's mailbox the air quickly warms up several degrees. It stays that way until about ten steps past the mailbox when it quickly changes back. After I have walked a few hundred feet further, down to the bottom of a draw next to the babbling brook, the temperature near instantly drops several degrees then just as quickly changes back.
I often think warm ghost cold ghost but I know there is some meteorological explanation.
well John ... you know what random areas of warm water means in a swimming pool ... perhaps there is a gaseous phenomenon occuring near the mailbox
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kathy m