The storm has been raging now for a full year, and some days I feel like I can barely keep my head above water. We are living life day-to-day, never knowing what text message we will find in the morning to tell us of another class closed or another name to have in mind in our prayers. Struggling against powerful currents that pull us farther and farther from shore, we search for a bubble of calm that we can use to steady ourselves like an anchor in rough seas.

A distinct memory from my childhood is the many long hours we spent in the car traveling between Connecticut and New York to visit my grandparents. In those days before cell phones, tablets, and other handheld devices – truly the dark ages – there was nothing to do during those long night drives but to...well...sit in the dark. The only entertainment was to look out the window, which, though it may sound dull, was actually magnificent. The sparkling lights of the bridges spanning the vast darkness of water, the other cars and trucks racing to their destinations –  the view was mesmerizing and ever changing. The only constant was the companionship of the moon, which followed me on each journey. I knew I could count on the moon from the minute I left one house to the moment I reached the other.

As the sun’s last rays cast long shadows along the ground, a graceful deer emerges from the forest to graze on tender grass. Moving cautiously away from the shelter of the trees, the white-tailed deer is alert, constantly testing the air for any sounds or smells that signify danger. Shy and skittish, the slightest disturbance in the evening’s calm atmosphere will send her bounding back to the safety of the forest.

Far more valuable to us than any other liquid, water is the most precious substance on this planet. Despite the fact that it is readily available, we should not take for granted the colorless, tasteless fluid that forms the very foundation of life as we know it. While we can survive for weeks without food, and months without socializing in person or having reliable internet access (okay, that last one was tricky with five kids trying to Zoom at the same time), we wouldn't last more than a few days without water.

Change is in the air. The temperature has dropped, children grab their school supplies and hurry out the door in the morning, and most people have established routines that work for them. People deal with difficulties in different ways. During the weeks and then months of quarantine, some people baked bread, others did puzzles, and many finally stopped putting off organizing their closets. (Some individuals were happy to discover bread recipes among their papers and puzzles they had forgotten having bought buried in the bottom of their closets. Organizing does have its rewards.) To the animals, the cooler temperature signals that their lives need some serious adjustments as well. When the canopy of leaves changes from green to gold, the animals, birds, and insects know it’s almost time: Winter is coming, and they have to be prepared to survive.

The great American writer, Mark Twain, once remarked that, in New England, the weather changes so frequently that you can study all the different types of weather by simply standing outside for the day and waiting for the weather to march by. Twain must have written this before visiting Baltimore because people here need only stand in front of their houses for a few hours to experience the full gamut of weather conditions.

Over the past few months, our lives have been turned upside-down in so many ways that we are desperate for a return to routine. Yet there is so much we still don’t know: what our children’s education will look like in September, when the economy will recover, and when we can go to shul and weddings again. Ironically, it is the unpredictability of Baltimore’s weather that is the one thing people can count on with certainty these days.

So, with the kids at home and climatic conditions right outside our windows, it’s an ideal time to learn about the fascinating phenomenon we call “the weather.”