I’m in Seattle. If you haven’t lived a year here, you won’t understand. Sorry.
Summer arrives (it trickles in teasingly in May, then leaves until about July).
Then, people experience rapture. Bodies fall prone on the grass, skin emerges, skin heats, skin peels. That’s what rapture causes, right?
Anyway. The other thing that happens is that people leave. I don’t know really where they go, because Seattle is my dream city during summer. But, they leave.
So, you can tell summer is in Seattle in two distinct ways: traffic thins remarkably (the commute becomes a breeze, just like it was back in the 80s) and the Evites dwindle; where in the winter I’ve typically as many as a dozen invites in my Evite account, today the message says: “You have no Upcoming Events”.
Funny. I sure have too many things to do on my calendar this weekend; I guess it’s just all UN-organized fun.
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