55 degrees, and windy on the morning walk. I actually took off my jacket. Pockets of warm wind, then cold. It seemed the air was coldest in the areas where the wind was blowing over the snow pack. My Dharma sister, Kathy Clarke, noticed the sound of the rain, not snow, against her window panes yesterday. Shrill call of a house wren when walking to production during inventory yesterday.
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It falls on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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