It's gone from 70 degrees on Monday to snow on Friday. In South Dakota, we pretend that we have four seasons, but we really don't. Either that, or my black-and-white thinking has convinced me that we don't.

I do not think in shades of grey. Things are bad or good. Events are happy or sad. It is winter or summer. I do not think in shades of autumn.

It is summer and it is snowing and somehow that seems entirely too appropriate.