This morning I noticed that Boston's most dramatic fog comes when warm air rolls into a place covered with snow. I wish I could share the eerie sight of the tree-lined VFW parkway enshrouded in mist, the trees black with moisture above a background of freshly fallen white.
Then just now I noticed that I really don't mind rain, even though there's a ton of it at the moment, flooding the parks. I could probably live in the PNW without much suffering. Alexis, on the other hand, always mentions stabbing herself in the eyes, when we've had more than a day or so.
And since I love her beautiful eyes, and
we've been married four years today, and for many more into the future, I'm willing to compromise on that point. :)
Couldn't find a 2004 pic, but here's a nice one from the Summer of 2005