After I fed the horses and was taking hay to the goats tonight, I walked into a pocket of much colder air and it reminded me of the pastures in Arizona. We could walk (literally miles) across the multi-levels of horse pastures in the morning and at each depression or low spot the air would be warmer. In the evenings, the bowl-like areas that were lower were filled with colder air...fresh, crisp cool air that was invigorating. The horses stood in the mornings on rises and hills waiting for the warming sun to arrive. In the evening they gathered in the bosque under trees in lower areas. Their awareness was instinctive. My delight at the discovery, kind of special and unaware at the same time. I have heard that cities produce their own weather if they are large enough. That the buildings change the air currents and temperatures. Nature adapts. Air flows no matter what gets into its way. We adapt, hopefully...embracing what arrives and flowing around what gets in our way.
