Saturday morning was wonderful in its own right, as all Saturdays are, but what made this Saturday even more magical was what awoke with me. It was the SUN!
Seattle has been suffering through a typically cloudy and dreary winter, but this year it feels like it has lasted much longer than winter should. So when my eyes fluttered open and I beheld a perfectly warm beam of sunshine streaming through the window onto my sheets, I was filled with joy. Yes, joy.
I knew I had to do something memorable with the day. I had an engagement that morning, but after that I was free to do whatever I wanted.
So I donned my cutest skirt, threw on a light cardigan and some flats, and headed up Queen Anne Ave. What I found was quite a sensation.
Seattle is a pretty social place, but I have never seen so many people walking, talking, smiling, laughing. You had your typical joggers who would have been out if it were 30 degrees and sopping wet, but there were also moms, dads, kids, friends, old people and young. And don’t even get me started on the dogs! There were more dogs out than at the American Kennel Club!
I walked along the gorgeous Highland Ave. The only thing more beautiful than the houses on that street are the views. On one side you behold the city it all its man-made splendor. Walk four minutes and reach Marshall Park where you behold the Olympic mountains and Puget Sound in all their God-made splendor.
I ended my day with a good old baseball game. Perched in the left field bleachers I had the perfect position to soak up whatever the sun would give me before she went to sleep.
Seattle comes alive when the sun is out. It is an odd sensation that makes me smile. It makes me thank God for the clouds. The city and its inhabitants would not bloom so beautifully if we had sun and 68 degrees every day. The scarcest things are the most precious because of their very scarcity. God has a reason for everything he ordains, even the Seattle clouds…
