Fronts

Saturday night, the husband and I were driving down I-94 in a westerly direction, returning from a smoker over in St. Paul that the husband had wanted to attend.  After thunderstorms had rumbled through during the wee hours of Saturday morning, the weather had been a little on the weird side all day long.  Huge gusts of wind, storms threatining, but, by midafternoon, the atmosphere had nicened up considerably.  The heat and humidity which had been a staple for the past week, were blown right out of town by the wind, and though wind isn't necessarily the thing you want when smoking cigars, it meant the outside event, despite the smoke in your face, was enjoyable.  (And, of course, it was outside, given this state's draconian smoking ban.)  So, we enjoyed the cigars (or at least the husband did), the bands, and the pig they'd so thoughtfully roasted on a spit starting at seven that morning. 

As we headed home, we thought all the weather had passed through.  Not so.  I-94 heads pretty much in a straight east-west line between Minneapolis and St. Paul (which generally means heavy sunglasses and sun visor usage in rush hour traffic, because the sun is ALWAYS in your eyes, or so it seems), and when we approached Minneapolis, we could see that yet another front was heading through.  The sky was incredible.  The photograph the husband took with his phone doesn't really do it justice, but it's still fairly cool, hence I'm sharing it with you, my devoted Cake Eater readers. 

And who said living in the Midwest was boring?