Playing Peek-A-Boo

Friday weather story...

Before leaving for El Paso, walking Nutmeg under a turquoise sky, not a cloud overhead. Cold – about 20 degrees – makes my face burn-y and my nose run. Doesn’t bother Nutmeg a bit. Looking south, there’s a band of clouds moving up from the border country. If this were July, they would be monsoons. This being January, they have no name that I have heard. Ceiling of about 6,000 feet. I know, because the clouds’ bellies are snagging on the Burros mountains making the peaks appear and disappear, to reappear a wind-drift later. Bear Mountain has captured spoonfuls of cloud in its dips and low spots, and the highest hills in town have smoke rings around their heads. Reminds me of playing peek-a-boo.