I wasn't even in Renton! Indian Summer.

It turns out that I wasn't even in Renton. I didn't go to the Renton Western Shop. It's all a big lie. Or really, I just don't know my geography yet. I was telling a friend that I was stuck in traffic on Route 520 coming back from Renton. Renton? He questioned. Renton isn't off Rt 520. Oh, really, um well you know, north east. Um, maybe Redmond? - Yeah - Remond is off of 520. Ooops. So I was in Redmond, home of Microsoft, drooping off stuff from the prom. I was at the Redmond Western Wear looking at cowboys hates. Clearly. Need to look at my maps more.

There is a week in February that is much like Indian Summer in October in the Mid West. It's a week where the clouds decide not to come rolling in off the Pacific Ocean settling in between the Olympic and Cascade Mountains (instead they go skiing). The mornings are crisp, cold, bright and sunny - 55 degrees by noon. It makes you giddy happy to see your Friend, The Sun and her stunningly beautiful companions, The Mountains. You're smiling so hard that your shiny white teeth cause car accidents and you try to like the sun, aborb it, drink it in as you walk to your bus stoop. It's delicious. And it tastes even better after the third rainest January on record. It has been Indian Summer this week.