I spent today at an arts/community development meeting in Langdon, leaving me with a lot of thoughts, information, and ideas to process. As I was driving home this evening, heading west into the setting sun, I felt like my mind might revolt.

It was then that I noticed what looked like snow billowing across the road and slicing through the sky.

Shiny, flashing particles filled the air, blown north by the strong wind. Cattail fluff. Everywhere. The sun was intense, making everything — furrows, grass, buildings — shine on the south side and the cattail fluff glitter as it whipped through the air. Everything gleamed, edges sharpened by that unnameable autumn phenomenon that rests somewhere between brittle and waning.

I may write more about the meeting in the coming days as I sort through my notes and thoughts.

For now, snowless blizzard.

That, I can process.