So, Washington, you’re really rainy. And I can count on one hand the number of times in the past year the rain hasn’t been accompanied by wind. Sometimes I need an ark to get to work. Sometimes the weather kindasortareally sucks.
But then somewhere around April or May, we start to get reminders of why we put up with all of these shenanigans. Like earlier this week, when I spent my morning enjoying coffee at the park.
Washington, I can’t quit you.