Ahh Seattle. I thought we had an understanding. I would only make it through the dreary winter on the absolute promise of a perfect summer. Promise...broken.
More often than not these days, I find myself cursing this blasted Seattle summer (only 83 minutes above 80 degrees, a mere 10 hours above 75 degrees). I wonder why I even bother to shower or do my hair at all in the morning. And there is a part of me that wants to stick my tongue out at the sun (who is hiding most of the time), as if to say "I didn't want to be friends with you anyway!"
But occasionally, the sun does shine in Seattle. And when it does...it truly...is...PERFECT. We had such a day some weeks back. We wandered down to the Seattle Center...with no plan in particular (a plan to have no plan is possibly the best plan of all). We found ourselves in the middle of the Northwest Folklife Festival-- surrounded by hippies, gentle bluegrass music, good food, and a brilliant sunny day.
I know that Richard's heaven could probably be summed up by this: sunshine, sunglasses, and your little girl sipping a sprite on your lap.
we found ourselves a spot by the giant water fountain, and enjoyed a lunch together while Anna played with the fountain-- or while the fountain played with her!
Anna is drawn to water like a moth to a flame.
Again and again she would run toward the spraying water...
only to run away the moment she felt the tiniest bit of mist.
More often than not these days, I find myself cursing this blasted Seattle summer (only 83 minutes above 80 degrees, a mere 10 hours above 75 degrees). I wonder why I even bother to shower or do my hair at all in the morning. And there is a part of me that wants to stick my tongue out at the sun (who is hiding most of the time), as if to say "I didn't want to be friends with you anyway!"
But occasionally, the sun does shine in Seattle. And when it does...it truly...is...PERFECT. We had such a day some weeks back. We wandered down to the Seattle Center...with no plan in particular (a plan to have no plan is possibly the best plan of all). We found ourselves in the middle of the Northwest Folklife Festival-- surrounded by hippies, gentle bluegrass music, good food, and a brilliant sunny day.
I know that Richard's heaven could probably be summed up by this: sunshine, sunglasses, and your little girl sipping a sprite on your lap.
we found ourselves a spot by the giant water fountain, and enjoyed a lunch together while Anna played with the fountain-- or while the fountain played with her!
Anna is drawn to water like a moth to a flame.
Again and again she would run toward the spraying water...
only to run away the moment she felt the tiniest bit of mist.
1 comment:
Ha ha! I posted a similar thing yesterday, too. I guess we were both feeling depressed about the weather.
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