…at 7:45 to see if that miracle of miracles, Snow Day in Seattle, had occurred. It hadn’t. But out my window this hour I have seen a few scattered moments of white flakes drifting slowly down, followed by the return of quickly-descending ordinary ol’ rain.

Will true snowfall, or even further furtive teases of this type, occur today, or during the remainder of the calendar year? Gawd I hope so.

I’ve always been in a minority of Seattleites about this, I’m oh-so-well aware. At a coffeehouse last night, I told the barista dude (in a K2 ski T-shirt) I was praying for snow. He mumbled, “But just in the moutains, right?” He couldn’t believe me when I said I wanted snow right here. He mumbled about icy roads and school closures and all that. I said that’s part of what I love about Seattle’s rare snow days–the bright, friendly anarchy everywhere.