The distant foothills west of my home are almost completely enveloped in gray clouds as this current low-pressure system works its way through the area. Another low-pressure center will follow on its heels, according to the National Weather Service.
Taking a very short walk this morning, the cold, damp air smelled reminiscent of my Michigan heritage.
It reminds me of standing alone in the wood both as a child and an adult listening to and watching the tall trees sway in unison high above me as though performing a beautiful ballet of nature. I will never escape who I am, nor my northern roots.