Saying Farewell to a Seattle Summer

I'm not ready for winter!

Hell, if it weren't for fall colors, which I love, I wouldn't even be ready for fall. The price for our short, bright, glorious summers are our long, dark, dreary winters... and the hardest times of the year are the weeks going into that darkness (now) and the depths of it, after the holidays, from January to about March.

To you, bright and sunny Seattle, I bid a sad adieu. I have faith that you will return to me again...