When a cool and overcast day appears in the middle of July or August, it’s as if Seattle is reminding us that it is a place of rain and abundance, of thick pine and ocean salt, and that the gift of sunshine and heat is something to be appreciated in its impermanence for it is only a summer romance. I’m ending the week, all but a day of it, in some productivity finally, and preparing for the next phase of seasonal chaos planning tomorrow night.