The Bottom of A Lake

Posted on February 26, 2004 in Weather

This morning, I could have been a catfish mucking around in the bottom of an asphalt lake, looking up at the inverted water sky. Now the clouds shrink from one another’s touch and hurry after those predecessors which — on the Doppler radar — resemble flatworms creeping over the desert, pursuing the main amoebic body of the storm. People come out, open their garages, and breathe the purged air.

This is probably the last February storm. March yawns on Monday and then roars on Tuesday.