The Professor has left for campus, the house is quiet except for the hum of the humidifier and the occasional mew of a cat; a mix of sleet, rain and snow tumble from the cloudy, gray skies as a fickle Mother Nature straddles the weather fence in deciding which it’s going to be today. And somewhere in a dark cave in Philadelphia, there’s a very large, furry rodent snickering gleefully at his deceitfulness in getting our hopes up that an early Spring, was indeed, on its way.
The Professor and I love visiting the West Coast and it’s not until I’m actually there breathing salty water, watching the boats bob about and hearing the screech of the seagulls that I realize how much I miss it.
The Professor and I have been traveling for the past three weeks which also included seeing my siblings – we haven’t all been together in one place since my dad’s funeral almost 11 years ago. We met up in Seattle for a couple of days and found ourselves doing all of the ‘touristy’ things one does while visiting Seattle.