Overcast is the Soul

We recently weathered (you’ll appreciate the wordplay later) a nearly cataclysmic event here in Denver that many thought was ushering in the apocalypse. No, John Elway didn’t wear a Vikings jersey in public, we had two and a half whole days of overcast and rainy weather (well, actually the half day was a half day, I wasn’t lying about that. I also hope you appreciate my use of weather at the beginning of this post now. I also hope that you are having a splendid time living, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with this).

Personally I enjoyed the dark and cool change from the usually hot and clear days of Denver. My perfect world = two overcast days a week and five clear and sunny days.

Not everyone agrees with me though. It seems that people in Denver have become so spoiled by the weather that some rain and a few clouds are enough to make them think they live in Kansas. I was in Caribou Coffee shop the day the clouds broke and there was a very loud man right behind me on his cellie.

“How’s the weather there?” he bellowed. “We’ve had five solid days of really dark and gloomy skies and rain here.”

That boys and women is what you call a hyper-bowl (a.k.a. exaggeration). I suppose when you live in Denver your whole life a day is like two days and two days is like a day (yes, that is a biblical reference, slightly modified). So just remember people of Denver, the world will not end when we don’t see the sun for a day, that is the moral of this story.