Before we moved, I had a firmly rooted idea of what the Pacific Northwest landscape looked like. I imagined endless shades of grey, abutting murky greens and deep blues – a palette built from the emerald hues of pine forests and shadowy undergrowth, the steely blue water of the ocean and sound, under an invariably muted sky. Or maybe we just watched too many seasons of The Killing.
A temperate, altogether beautiful summer, full of bright days and mild evenings really hadn’t occurred to me. I think I truly expected the Seattle winter to greet us upon arrival, in August. Which sounds so silly to say. And while I know in a month or so that inevitable overcast climate will arrive, shrouding us in cloud-cover and rain for months and months, for the moment, I’m simply enjoying the sweet, simple heaven of these last summer days.