Art and I take Lady for a walk. The road runs along a bluff overlooking the Juan de Fuca Strait. Expensive homes line the bluff, well kept and landscaped, where many nearby, less favored, are weathered and sport rusting cars in the yard. Set widely apart, the houses generously share their view with us. Ahead of grey rainclouds moving in, through crystalline air we can see, across the blue water, the deep green of Vancouver Island with Victoria’s white buildings dotting the shore. Turning the other direction, the snow-capped Olympic peaks reach skyward, veiled in streamers of mist. A brisk, chill breeze heralds the approaching storm, filled with the rich scents of ocean and forest and rain. Winter in the northwest is reputed to be dreary and depressing, but this autumn day invigorates and challenges.
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