Hear me out: This perfect weather is insidious. In Seattle this week it’s been sunny but not too hot, clear and not at all smoky. Picnic weather, softball weather, day after day. I look at the forecast, and I see little shiny suns all lined up in a row, and all I can think is…when will we finally get a break?
I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way either. It’s a uniquely Northwestern behavior, this suspicion of pleasant weather. Perhaps its roots lie in pride for our rainy reputation (even though longtime residents know that the cliche isn’t quite accurate—New York
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