“You know what they say … if you don’t like the weather, shut up.” – text of an email I received from Groupon today.
Spring is coming. I know technically it’s already here, should have started roughly a month ago, but in Seattle all bets are off. In this town, you see things that will shake your meteorological understanding of our planet. I’ve experienced thundersnow. Seen highs of 70 degrees and lows of 20 in the same month (November, 2010). I’ve seen it hail on a sunny day. Weather in Seattle is a fickle mistress. It promises nothing, it lures you along, it abuses you and crushes your dreams.
But today? Today there is a promise of spring in the air. And unlike all the times I swore to my mother that I’d keep my room clean and stop kicking my brother in gonads (he deserved it), this promise seems to be real. So as I stare out my window at a view that we won’t have for much longer, I’m reflecting on the months passed, and the winter that finally, finally seems to be over. I feel like I’ve weathered a storm. And miraculously, I’ve come through it unscathed.
It reminds me of our drive back from Portland a few months back (admit it: you were wondering where the hell I was going with all this wordy nonsense, weren’t you?).