Last week, the consensus around Seattle held the sun was about to disappear. Rain and clouds were in the forecast, and people who could scurried out to soak up the last of the precious rays until who-knows-when.
(I haven’t gone through a winter in this city yet, but people who have tend to speak of the annual occurrence like a grueling endurance test – just hold on and keep plodding along until you reach the end of the grey and the sun breaks back through, and you forget all about what you just went through until it happens again a few months later.)
So with the sun still hanging in the sky, energizing the city, I rode out to check out my new backyard. I’d moved into an apartment across the street from Woodland Park less than a week earlier, putting Green Lake just around the corner as well. An exploring expedition was in order.
