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I run out the door on my way to work. Almost on a hunch, I place my jacket in my backpack instead of donning it. I emerge from my apartment building, and almost laugh out loud in pure glee. The hunch was right. The air feels so wonderful on my bare skin. Almost sensual. And the light is all around me in a delicate crystalline grey-blue. My Oklahoma-born senses tell me a storm's brewing. What that means here, so far from those wind-swept plains, I have no idea.

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I run out the door on my way to work. Almost on a hunch, I place my jacket in my backpack instead of donning it. I emerge from my apartment building, and almost laugh out loud in pure glee. The hunch was right. The air feels so wonderful on my bare skin. Almost sensual. And the light is all around me in a delicate crystalline grey-blue. My Oklahoma-born senses tell me a storm's brewing. What that means here, so far from those wind-swept plains, I have no idea.