At 9 a.m. on Lake D’Arbonne Thursday morning, it was totally still with the wind blowing zero miles an hour. The temperature flirted with 80 degrees and an eerie calm made every little noise seem amplified. The barometric pressure was falling like….give me a second… Alabama’s hopes for another national title.
Then, with a swoosh, winter arrived, sweeping over Union Parish faster than Santa on his sleigh. The wind howled, the temperature dropped and an eerie black line of clouds took control of the morning. What looked like a small water spout dipped down for a few seconds, then was driven south with the rest of the mist and fog and warm air. Within the hour, the temps dropped twenty degrees, then within six hours, the temps were in the 30’s.
It was one of those mornings that make living on the lake an extremely interesting experience. The weathermen are calling it an “artic cold front”. I just called it Wow! And cold….
And somewhere all the sinus doctors, drug reps and pharmacists smiled…