The winter rains are here, and I a reveling in them. The mountains, downtown, the Capitol–everything that is crushingly unchanging under the bright, hot sun–all look different, and mysterious, and new when soaked through with rain & shrouded with low-hanging clouds.

The mornings are not as cold as when the skies are clear, but the days stay colder. I think this delicious darkness is a fair trade for not needing mittens.