The other night I dreamt it started snowing and it was wonderful. I know, strange statement coming from a guy who had come to detest the white stuff by the time we left Denver. But this dream was…different. I wasn't in Denver; I was in Phoenix. Now, snow in Phoenix isn't unheard of, but it's extremely rare and seldom lasts more than a few hours after dusting the ground. It's so rare in fact, that I had a very hard time finding any decent photos to illustrate it.
In this dream I was coming out of a Trader Joe's…or a Sprouts…or a Whole Foods…or some other hipster-addled grocery store where people buy ready-to-eat artisanal, cruelty-free organically-grown, non-GMO gluten-free potstickers and during the time I'd been in the store (picking the last of the good orange cherry tomatoes individually out of a bin), the skies had clouded over and temperature had dropped precipitously. It felt like snow weather. The clouds were hanging—to quote a line from Rocky Horror—dark and pendulous. The ground was already turning white as the flakes began falling.
I wasn't concerned. I knew it wouldn't be like a Denver storm where I might have trouble getting home, and the sheer joy I felt at the cold temperature made me realize on some level I actually missed that kind of weather.
We're now in our third summer back in Phoenix; a milestone that I've always marked as being fully acclimated to a climate—especially one as brutal as Phoenix. It's marks the point that you can relax and take solace in knowing the ridiculously hot days won't last forever; that in just a few short months cold water will actually start coming out of the cold water tap again and you might even have to wear a hoodie when you go out.
Come to think of it, the whole thing might just have been fever-induced as I was coming down sick—something akin to a (reverse) plot line from that old Twilight Zone episode The Midnight Sun…
Thank you so much. That was wonderful.
Did you happen to catch this morning's StoryCorps entry on NPR? It was also wonderful: http://www.npr.org/2017/08/25/545848025/-people-helped-you-whether-you-knew-it-or-not
Actually I meant to post that in response to Not Everything Is Lost. It's Friday, so I'll blame the technology.