Nov 11, 2009

And Now, Over to the Weather-Desk

Sunday was a glorious day, made all the more glorious by rust-colored leaves filtering the sunshine. Cold breezes had introduced themselves and announced their intentions earlier in the week, so this warm brilliant day was a gift from the Samhain gods, a parting embrace from summer. I found myself sitting outside on a coffee-shop bench with a few hours to kill, and a cup of tea so watery that my barista had surely just waved the overpriced tea-bag at my cup of tepid water.
My bench was on a busy corner where many paths crossed; hurried moms and worried moms, hipsters and not-so-hip'sisters, and locals returning from morning worship at the church, mall, or gym. I was struck by how hurried all connections were—by the lack of weather in their conversations. How-are-you greetings were answered with elevator-pitch responses with no pause for air or weather...

"How am I? tired – party last night – organic cider – polluted hangover – you?" "Bloated – two bagels – in denial – gluten intolerant – sigh!"

...Before I knew it they were talking bowel movements.

It seems all conversations so quickly degenerate to bowel movements (or shite) these days, and I've decided it's because we don't stop to talk about the weather first. When I talk to my mother over the phone on a Sunday, we always establish weather conditions first, to set the scene. It makes me feel closer to see what she sees outside her window, and warms us to our conversation. And my grandmother always devotes at least a paragraph in every letter to the week's weather—even more if there have been any juicy weather-related deaths.
I miss talking about the weather, and not just the perfunctory "I'm freezing" gripes. I miss, "that wind would put hair on your chest," "great weather for ducks," "frigid" "brutal," and "bitter" cold, and "treacherous road conditions" (with half an inch of snow!)
See, talking about the weather makes you a nicer person. If you stop and sniff the air, ponder the chances of precipitation, classify and categorize the clouds, and quantify the freshness of the breeze, there's a good chance that instead of competing for most inflated innards, you (and the person you crossed paths with) will instead notice the beauty around all weather.
Give it a go!

"Isn't that a glorious day? Are we in for a heatwave would you say?"

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