In the Pacific Northwest we see the world through gray tinted glasses. It is cloudy the same number of days that Vegas boasts of sunshine.
It is moist often. This maintains a verdant glow of green to rival Ireland. We wear fleece, drink coffee and steadfastly go about our business regardless. We have been called the Switzerland of the US. I think it is more like Scotland, where gumption abounds. There is a hardiness that calms.
Over the past thirty years I have grown accustomed to the myriad forms of rain, sleet, snow, drizzle, hail and relentless days of diffused light and partly cloudy weeks. Sometimes months.
Usually about April we start to mention it among ourselves. Wet whippers among the inner sanctum. The better off head to Maui or Tempe for a couple of weeks. Everyone else finishers the book, makes another round of cheer breathing deep into the memory of summers past.
They will be here again and we will all get some long needed vitamin D any day now. Well.
Today was the day.
WOW.
Don't tell anyone from California. There would be ten bazillion people here if every day was like today. Don't say anything on FaceBook. Do not tweet about it. If you are going to blog please PLEASE have a readership less than mine (difficult, but not impossible).
God it was a beautiful day.
Thank you.
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