I left last Tuesday for a work trip to Wisconsin and the weather here in Missoula was still pretty hot and dry. While I was away, though, reports from the 406 indicated it rained damn near nonstop. When I arrived home Friday night and walked out of the airport, I could see my breath in clouds in the sub-40 degree temperature.
Ah, Fall, I am so grateful to welcome you home. . . .
This is my favorite time of year. I hope these chilly nights and cool days linger late into the remaining quarter of the year. I love winter too, but fall is the best.