It is rather unusual to find snow falling from the skies of Seattle, but the last three days have indeed been rather unusual. Not only has it snowed, but it has done so with vigor. Our friends in the weather department forecast a snowstorm on Friday afternoon, continuing all the way until late evening on Saturday, and the weather gods did not disappoint. This morning, I cleared up the ice and snow on the sidewalk outside our home, but when it resumed snowing again later in the afternoon, I realized my celebration might have been premature.
The nice thing about snow though, is how it lights up even a moonless night. Oh, and it also means offices are going to be pretty much empty tomorrow, as people decide it best to work from home.
When you’ve lived in a place for over a decade, it starts to seem familiar. In reality, you may have only walked upon a hundredth of its parts, but you could still look upon the Quamiequitch freeway exit and think of it as an old friend – never mind that you’ve never taken it. Familiarity is superficial, but sometimes you discover things in familiar places that reminds you of how fragile your knowledge really is.
Last night, as we were walking down Pine Street towards the market, I noticed the large neon sign visible from a few blocks away and I asked – don’t we usually see this sign from the adjacent Pike Street? After some debate, we confirmed a mind-blowing hypothesis – there are, in fact, two different signs in the area; all these years I had assumed there was just one.
Here they are – Pike Street on the left, Pine Street on the right: