Wednesday through Saturday morning, Seattle was sunny and warm. I walked from the waterfront to the convention center and back without an umbrella, poncho, or parka.
However, Saturday afternoon, as I was ready to head to light rail and then to the airport, it started to sprinkle.
The weather app on my phone showed snowflakes.
Scurrying to the station, I wasn’t just grateful for the previous few days, I realized suddenly that what I thought was Seattle’s mythic sunshine really had been the glow of good fortune shining on me.
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