It is mid-May, far too early for the pumphouse thermometer to read 97 degrees. To readers accustomed to the metric system, that is 36 degrees Celsius or 4 degrees above freezing (32) in Fahrenheit. On the Kelvin scale, it is 309.61, the temperature recorded by probes punched through the roof of Perdition (so be good). I did not mean to begin this essay with a confusing paragraph on my understanding of meteorological measurement, but sometimes it is impossible not to take the weather personally. This essay is intended to set out certain methods, developed under strict empirical standards, of identifying enigmas. An illustration:
Yes, we create human mysteries enough, but nature vigorously compounds them. I recall another hot day in May when the north wind swept down and blew the eyebrows off everyone in Sacramento. They were deposited by that same wind upon people in Fresno and Salinas, but inside out and unthreaded. No matter where we woke up this morning on the evolutionary ladder, the awesome power of nature is ready to equalize our status. Please advise!