JOY, BUTTERFLIES, CHAI, PRECIPITATION

On Facebook you can watch videos of a Punjabi dancing bhangra in the snow of the Yukon. He asserts he's spreading joy and positivity, although I think that one of Gurdeep Pandher's motivations must be that it's an excellent way to keep warm while in the middle of the frozen wastes up there. For me if I were doing it, and let's ignore for a moment that the concept of me doing a happy dance is more than slightly berserk, that would be my only motivation, because spreading sweetness and light is not, strictly speaking, something for which I'm known. Especially in temperatures that require a throw rug, two blankets and a down comforter, plus stuffed critters. Possibly socks.

I'm much more likely to impart gloom and distemper as I whine about how it's so buggery cold what is this world coming to back in my day and good grief I am thoroughly fed up with winter and blasted rain and cold and everything outside smells like garbage.

They say that complaining has no use. Nonsense!
It makes me feel bettter. That's good.
Spread the grumble!


The heat from the sun during the day causes evaporation and rising air currents, and clouds will form. Then eventually everything that went upwards comes down again.

I refuse to believe that there are vast dark clouds of mud over Texas influencing their recent weather but I may be wrong. Perhaps the dust storms are to celebrate the great victory of the orange man over climate change, perhaps continuing giddiness over the election.
For Texans, anything is possible.

In the picture above we see big rigs in their native habitat.
It's a family cluster. Mah, Pah, and the kids.
They're displaying their plumage.
Colourful headcrests.

Apparently, some parts of Texas will hit nearly ninety degrees today. Significantly more than here in San Francisco where we'll dig out from the snowbanks and scurry about shivering in our dead beaver pelts. Food! Candles! Jerry cans of heating oil! Minke whales! And fatty herring plus eels!

And, up in the Yukon, Gurdeep Singh Pandher will dance.
Wearing two or three wool sweaters and a coat.
In deep snow. Spring is coming!
He's got mittens!



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