There are days in a Puget Sound November when it seems like it never really gets light out. “Daylight” is a word one uses advisedly here in November ; 9 AM, or noon, or 3 PM all look pretty much the same: Varying levels of depressing grayness and rain.
When the sun does come out, though...whoo-wee, we DO get happy! We stand around on city streets in Seattle, pointing to the heavens, and squinting. All affectations of Urban Cool vanish. We get giddy...and chatty. “That bright object up there in the sky...whatthehell IS that?” we ask anyone who happens by.
“Well I do believe that might be the sun,” comes the answer.
“Naw, can’t be The Sun,” we say. “Sun won’t be here again till June, mebbe July. Even August.”
“Well it’s Some Damn Thing,” the passerby says.
