I woke up this morning to light shining on the wall. “What the fuck is that?” I scrambled out of bed, blinking, realised, “Holy shit, the sun is shining!” I looked outside: hard blue sky, glittering sunshine, frost all over the deck and the tidy lawn.
This happens every year in Seattle: a month’s thick pewter-coloured cloud, endless deluge, then, whap, the spigot shuts, the cloud is swept away, and a sharp cold snap drops in.
Sun! It’s worth celebrating. So in between all our zillion things today, we went to the park and said hello to the two chum salmon in the creek, and to the Olympic mountains which stood looking white and magisterial across the sound.
Life is good. You?