Every now and then, my two remaining brain cells collide, sending random ideas, suppositions, conjectures, and various miscellanea out into the world.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Signs of the Season - Part 2
The wind comes off the waterfront like a dark knife, cutting even deeper through our clothes than the rain. While the big ships grind their way through Elliot Bay, the rest of us pull inward, hiding from the elements.
We know the cold. We know the wind, the relentless gray. We know the mist that drags the sky down to the ground, until it sits over us as a funeral cowl.
Wind, rain, sleet, fog: These are the things that define fall in the northwest.