Recently a snowbow was visible for several minutes from the top of Elk Mountain.
All forms of precipitation were in the sky that day: rain, snow and sleet. By the time colors revealed, everything had turned to snow showers.
Later that night while lying in bed alone, I felt a presence in the bedroom. Spirits and deamons have visited before, but this sensation was different.
Soon I thought I was hearing voices. Not like a night the week before when similar sounds were identified by opening a window and confirming that the haunting voices were indeed a chorus of coyotes feeding nearby.
The wind continued to increase, sometimes enough to feel my centuries old wooden home shake. Then, finally, the rumbles that could have been a truck traveling nearby, or an intruder trying to force entry downstairs, gave way to a sharp, resounding crack.
Night thunder and lightening during a snow fall!
Since then, the damp, anemic weather has given way to proper winter cold. What I at first felt to be some kind of mystic presence was just a potent change in temperature and pressure.
Sometimes, unusual or dramatic episodes are just what it takes to get things back to normal.