In the midst of cooking some tomatillo-braised country-style pork ribs for dinner tonight, I thought I heard wind kicking up and even a bit of thunder. Sure enough, a fine rain was driving against the buildings, and wind was whipping debris in the freight entrance to the nearby high-rise. Not long after that, it was all over, and a certain brightness was tussling with the dark clouds. Whenever this happens, we get such interesting light and shadow, the lake takes on a variety of hues, and in the direction on Michigan things look ominous....
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