Everywhere we’ve been since sometime last week it’s been overcast, foggy, raining or all three. That’s just what the weather does on the northern Pacific coast, and the farther north you go, the more likely it seems that the skies will be grey during the short daylight hours (which are also shorter the farther north you go, this time of year). Last night, as we were getting ready for bed, Dan told me that he had a little fantasy that we’d get up this morning and the sky would be blue and the sun would come out. We laughed.
This morning, we left the place we were staying rather early in order to drive down to (and onto) the ferry, and as I drove I realized I needed my sunglasses. We drove onto the Bainbridge Island ferry, parked and got out of the car, and climbed up to the observation deck. The sun shone brightly in the mostly blue sky for at least five minutes, and we turned our faces to it like morning glories or tulips. My skin said thank you and my mental health said thank you and then the sun went behind a dark cloud again. But for those few minutes, the sun was glorious.