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Monday, November 11, 2013


It's the time of year to put your hat on and brave the rain. Things are growing out there--differently than they do in the springtime--in that slow, snailish way that things happen in the northwest. A friend reminded me tonight how good fall can feel around here. He reminded me that while people in the rest of the world are perpetually blessed with sunlight, we, at least, can appreciate what it means to feel cozy. I like that sentiment.

I took a day trip to Roslyn this weekend. We walked up into the hills above all of those fields of gravestones and filled our pockets with that alien moss that reminds me of building fairy houses with my mom. This time of year is so great because its cold and gray but we haven't gotten sick of it yet; we're still riding that two month wave of perfect 75-and-sunny summer. The fog and dusk-like light that last all day are kind of beautiful, temporarily, and it's nice to be outside and feel them.

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