There are times when I am reminded of why, despite all my travels, Seattle will always be home to me. I’ll always come back here. I’ll always love it.
It may be true that during our rainy season, a woman could go through her entire gestation cycle and produce a lovely, though Vitamin-D-deficient, child. Or that many of our drivers are suffering from lifelong cases of idiocy. Or that our prices for necessities are so outrageous, Rand and I once paid $7 for a bottle of orange juice (tip: a great way to numb the pain of expensive OJ? Screwdrivers).
But every now and then you will get a sunset like this one, in the middle of January, no less:
And you wonder how anyone could live anywhere else.