i admit i have a little bit of an emotionally abusive relationship with seattle seasons. they tell me it's getting better, i'm hesitant, they show me a little skin: a few snowflakes in november, or some baby blossoms on the cherry trees in february, or a suddenly hot day in may, i say, 'ok, but this is the last chance,' i fall head over heels, and the next day it goes back to rain, the only real thing i can count on in this ardent affair.
but despite it all, i really, really love this city and its coquettish moods. from my desk i can see highrise buildings, blue sky, blinding sun, and millions of hot pink buds on the trees, and today i'm falling for it all over again, deeper and more desperately in love with seattle spring. and i think this time it really means it.
love,
j
(photo by dana curran).
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