I was crouched on the ground, huddled against the cold, my knees pressed on the frosty wood slats, as I was capturing the NOAA19 pass this morning. The sun had just risen and was gently warming the surroundings, and I watched the frost melt during the recording. This cold, dry, autumn, morning, with no wind in sight, is in stark contrast to the weather of the past week, when we were struck with an atmospheric river of rain from a bomb cyclone off the Pacific.