It's morning and it's still too dark for the grey to set in. The darkness suggest possibilities for when it clears - maybe a clear day in November? Not likely, but until I see the grey, the possibility exists.
Every year someone on Seattle Reddit posts something, usually an image macro, complaining about how people told them it would be rainy but they've been here 1 month, 2 months, whatever, and it's not rainy.
Well here's the thing about rain in Seattle. It doesn't rain like rain. It doesn't rain with that beautiful soothing droplets-falling sound like you hear on the spa relaxation music. Instead, it rains like a general pervasive wetness.
Like the sidewalks are wet but there aren't any drops.
Like it's only 40 degrees how can I feel completely numb with cold well into my very soul?
It rains like oh boy I'm glad I did my hair because 2 seconds into being outside, it's a limp and soggy mess.
It rains like leather shoes, are you kidding me?
It rains like you'd think there would be more bus shelters in a city known for its wet and less open air stops.
If this doesn't paint a depressing enough picture, consider that we often don't see sun in the sky except behind clouds for approximately 5-6 months of the year. Basically October through March or April.
It could be a glowing grey day with sun behind the clouds, or it could be a dim grey day with so much cloud cover that even the impression of the sun is null.
This is why we plan our vacations for February. February is about where you feel like it'll never end. Like summer was a faint memory. Like it may never return again.
That said, Seattle has enough to offer that we power through it year after year. I type this basking in my artificial sun lamp. I'll finish my morning with a vitamin D supplement. And mostly, we remember the glorious Seattle summers. We remember and we patiently (mostly patiently) wait.
There's something soothing about cycles.
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