Cather on the wind

Since we are in Cather country and the wind is strong and warm:

... the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: "This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth." It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer.

Willa Cather, My Ántonia

We are scheduled to leave Sunday if the predicted blizzard doesn't come in.