Under the waned winter sun of the wet nor’west, I feel as though I am rehydrating my soul. For, as a child, I hungered for a change of weather; and that would mean wind, rain, even fog. In the groves and hills of 1950’s Orange, California; the weather was always pretty boring, as I recall. Around the Sound, and that would be the Puget, of course; clouds, wind and rain are rarely far away. When the Sun makes it’s appearance, it is a beauty to behold, and is really beautiful, especially in the Winter. and the veiw of the Planet is breathtaking, at least to me. Natives from the region can always tell my kind, as we are still enchanted by the rain, wind, ocean and snow!