Too early. The rainy season came, and I'm not ready for it. It's fine, when it's after Halloween, after the kids march around in their costumes, after every last drop of the dry, green season has been wrung out. Not now, though. There's still too much green. Too much life for the cold nights and the rain and the need to find the umbrellas and coats. It's too soon.
This is what I don't like about Seattle. It doesn't rain all the time - far from it. The summer (and, usually, the fall) are indescribably beautiful. It's a promise that the sun will stay, that the mountains will always be "out", that the water will glisten and blind you. More often than not, it's breathtakingly gorgeous here. Until the rains come. Then it's generally three-four months of wet, of damp, of daily gentle non-intrusive water falling on everything. You know it's coming, you prepare for it, you accept it, you know spring is coming. But it's October 7, fer Christ's sake. I's too early to think about spring coming. I want fall, and brilliant colors, and frost, and sunny bracing days and my breath fogging cold dry air. I want that so so so light blue sky that's not gray and metallic and wet, yet.
I want this picture to be brightly lit, for a few more weeks.