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Hi, I'm Dave Thurlow for the Weather Notebook and today we hear an essay from commentator Marilyn McCabe about an unwelcome visitor to a New York balloon festival an annual festival that takes place this week.
The Festival often starts nicely enough with an early evening launch in a pristine sky just before sundown. But somehow it seems almost every year the clouds hear about the festival too, and spread the word. And morning dawns dimly as the clouds stoop down to watch the hopeful balloonists spread their own colorful clouds across the ground. And the balloonists stare up as the clouds stare down. Early risers sit in their cars clutching cups of hot coffee to stay warm, waiting to see what will happen. Tempers flare: Balloon pilots test blasts of their hot air and in response the clouds blow back. And often on those first mornings of,the Festival, it's a showdown. Fortunately clouds are impatient and easily bored. So eventually they drift off to more exciting pursuits, like swallowing mountaintops whole. And the balloonists win again, and launch their bright clouds with huffs of hot air, and the clear sky takes them in like they're old friends." Weather Notebook Commentator Marilyn McCabe is a nature writer from Middle Grove, NY. Support for our show comes from Subaru, and from the National Science Foundation.
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