Winter SkyPosted: January 12, 2017
Sometimes it’s the short, dark days. Or the rain. Or the seemingly unending gray. Whatever it is, winter in the Pacific Northwest can dampen the spirits, especially when it feels like it’s already been a long one, and it’s really just starting. But then one morning, mumbling and bleary in the crowded galley of the ferry, you look up from your coffee and watch sunlight pouring through rolling storm clouds. You run to the bow, pushing through the doors into a blast of icy wind. You stand on deck gulping great breaths of cold, salt air and remember, this is why we live here.