That's So Seattle

umbrella, i don’t need no stinking umbrella

it’s raining in seattle. i know what you’re thinking. it’s always raining in seattle. wrong. it’s not always raining in seattle. we don’t mind you thinking that though because we don’t actually want you moving here and messing up our hodgepodge of hippie-hipster/geeky-chic/counter-culture/semi-progressive/multi-cultural-inclusive/seattle-freezy vibe. but it’s fall and fall does mean rain.

i’m a self-professed vitamin d whore. the sun comes out and i’m trying to show some skin so i can soak it up — every single ounce of its fiery, cosmic goodness. so i’m always reluctant to say good-bye at the end of summer. i’m like the jilted lover left at the alter who never quite figures out how to pick up the pieces and move on with life. okay, wait. that’s not right. hmm. denial? yes!  i’m in denial. i’m in denial that summer is over and it’s time to make amends with the heavy coats i hastily discarded at the first signs of spring earlier this year. will they take me back? eek!

fall is a great season. it means football, hot totties, cute sweaters, sexy boots, and cuddling. i like fall. but in seattle where fall means the absence of sun and days of rain, i’m on the fence; non-committal if you will. after six years, you’d think i would find a way to make peace. i have, sort of. i’ve adopted the native seattle custom of chucking the umbrella and facing the elements uncovered.

this morning as i rushed to the bus stop, all cute in my coral-colored cardigan (i was seriously trying to wish the warmth to manifest) with my natural hair all curly updo just right i realized how foolish it was to leave the house without both my coat and umbrella. sure, the wind would likely blow that sucker inside out more times than i could count, but at least i would be dry. the bus was late. so i stood on the corner being pelted by rain and silently cursing my stupidity. you know what happens when you get wet? you get cold! and since it’s fall and cold already, adding wet to that equation was the straw that broke the camels back.

this is only the beginning of fall and already i’m wishing for its departure. i don’t want to rush football season by any means, but dang it, this is for the birds. actually, no. even the birds have enough sense to stay out of this mess! umbrella, i don’t need no stinking umbrella. on second thought, i’ll take two!


Nourisha Wells

I'm cool and incredibly fun. I geek out on scifi/fantasy/action, video games, comics, superheroes and the outdoors. I pwnd the interwebs for a living.

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