I have never made any secret of my love for cold, wet, dreary days. When people speak of Seattle's depressing weather, I think of paradise.
Rain? Cool temperatures? Grey skies?
(Insert deep, contented sigh here...)
So as I marveled at the beauty of a frigid Saturday filled with non-stop sideways drizzle, I was forced to consider my new brethren. I had to think about all of the folks who were waiting on the bus to collect them and deliver them at their destination, soaking wet and only sort of satisfied.
The rain is not kind to them. The cold is not pleasant.
I still plan to enjoy the rain and the cold. I suppose I just have someone new to remember when my "paradise" rolls in again this winter.