Here’s how yesterday morning began: dull, grey, and ominous, with a carpet of frost–thick as cat fur–on every surface:
And here’s how it was less than an hour later, bright and spangled with sun:
And–though sadly I don’t have a photo–last night was cold and clear with a huge LED-bright full moon. And a scarf of fog lying twisted around the neck of the Olympics and draped across the Sound, which glowed like the breath of some spirit stealing into our world.
I love Seattle.