Now that we’ve passed out of Summer and into Autumn, a strange quiet has settled over my neighborhood and my city, Saint Paul.  It’s been raining hard enough to cause an unusual September flood in many parts of the state – a bubble of Gulf of Mexico air has reached this far north and continues to refresh itself.  The start of Hockey season has been met with temperatures above 70F.  Everything seems a bit out of sorts and silently anxious.

Call me a romantic or an idiot, but I think that the weather is always trying to tell us something.

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