It always blows a hooley around the equinoxes, although I fail to understand what about the sun going past in the sky sets that amount of uproar loose. We got two cold days of howlers here this year. Across the bay, the wind was whipping the snow up and over the ridges to fall and swirl like wraiths in the bowl and off down across the slopes and gullies. As evening fell, the snow was dark against the sky. The following morning, the flat light picked out the patterns and contours the previous day's gale had carved.
