Snow is in the forecast – promises promises. It only arrives when it’s unexpected.
When I worked downtown this was always the case. The snow would begin to fall in the afternoon leaving the city surprised. We left work early and roads would be snarled with snow and traffic. We told our stories later of being trapped on buses, leaving them to trudge home on foot, becoming part of Seattle folklore.
I once sat on a snow covered freeway for 10 hours – completely stopped by a rollover truck miles ahead – I finally made it home at 2 in the morning. A memorial to Seattle!
Even so, I still love the snow and winter just isn’t the same without it. And so we wait as the arrival date is pushed out. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Could they be wrong again?
Yesterday I went for a walk at Coulon Park and found children in the playground, boats in the lake and eagles against the clear blue sky.
The calm before the storm? We shall see!