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  • I have gotten used to the rain. It's become part of my identify and a constant in my life. For many people it is hard to comprehend how we life in such a place--how do we deal with the monotony of the gray skies (they probably wonder)? The truth is, it's actually not true. Living in climate that presents more cloudy days than sunny does seem to present a certain "depressive" tone. But isn't that why we're so creative here? Actually, it isn't monotonous in the least, it could be depressive at times, but there is more positive than negative living in the Pacific Northwest...

    Coffee. Seattle is known for it. It is delicious and we need it to survive. There's nothing better than a steaming hot latte or mocha to give you an extra boost when the drizzle doesn't let up. I love it, adore, pretty much can't live without it. It's also part of my social life--meeting up with a friend (or friends) for a cup of coffee means spending a couple of hours (at least) at a local and hip cafe, sipping the delicious drink while having deep (mostly) conversations.

    The art thrives in what seems to be mundane climates...it makes sense if you think about it. What else are we to do? The art movement is growing and I'm eager to jump right into the stream. I've worked hard for six years to earn three degrees and landed a part-time job teaching art in a small-town Junior High. I love my job (most of the time), but my dreams of being an artist seems so unrealistic as I'm slowly being consumed by the politics of being a teacher. I digress... I see art everywhere on a drive through my city...and the movement keeps on growing. Summers mean downtown public space becomes a changing, living canvas.

    The sky does change. The winds blow the clouds and the sky becomes a breath-taking, ever-changing canvas. The clouds are what make the sky so interesting. An empty sky is a large blue one, and at night, the stars are few (light pollution)... But the clouds are glorious. The position of the sun will make the clouds gleam with either bold or subtle variations of colors, sunrises and sunsets will create wonders. Days where the sun can't shine through the clouds, the dark and foreboding clouds roll with the winds as the stormy waves of an ocean.

    I am blessed to live in place where every day I am astonished at creation. In the morning as I drive through thick fog, I am in awe at how the towering pine trees fade into nothingness. When it rains, I love how it drips from everything, and how it provides life to the beautiful nature I may enjoy. When the snow rarely comes, I am awestruck at it's dangerous beauty and in how it silences the world. And when the sun does shine, I am shocked at its warmth and can savor the rays as they warm my skin, I will squint because my eyes aren't used to the brightness; in the end, I will treasure it more.
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