Us too. So it was exactly the weather that Terry Pratchett was describing, when I read "Maskerade" yesterday:
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Her breath puffed in the air as she walked through the woods. Her boots crunched on the leaves. The wind had died away, leaving the sky wide and clear and open for the first frost of the season, a petal-nipping, fruit-withering little scorcher that showed you why they called Nature a mother...
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The final ellipsis was part of the original text, and the end of the paragraph. I actually laughed out loud, which is rather unusual for me!