Diamonds on my windshield

I realized this weekend that when fall arrives, bringing with it the rain and gray, it feels to me like Seattle is returning to its normal state — it's as though there aren't really multiple seasons here, but that late spring and summer are just aberrations, a sort of temporary madness that takes over the weather and frightens the natives.

After a few months it gets dark and wet again, and most of the city breathes a sigh of damp relief.

Not that you can tell, but this is actually a color photo.