The Meaning of Sun Day

It’s a beautiful day outside. What am I going to do about it? Here in the Seattle area, a blue sky is something we catch like surfers catch waves. Especially this time of year, we go through our days, waiting for our set. Rain, rain, rain, rain, sun, rain, rain, sun, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, sun, sun, rain…. When the sun comes out, everyone gets perky.

I’m in a complete fit of excitement and stress because there are so many places I want to go while the weather is nice, and I just can’t decide. I want to go somewhere and write. It can’t be too far out there because clouds could roll in at any moment and obliterate the sun. But it can be somewhere away from the sound of traffic.

• Spenser Island?
• A bike ride to Redmond for lunch and a sit by the fountain?
• Bike ride to Snohomish for a sit at Wired and Unplugged?
• A jog around the lake and a trip to the pool before sitting lakeside with a notepad?
• A hike up to lower Wallace Falls to sit near the roar of the water at the covered picnic table?
• A drive to Deception Falls for a walk in the dewy woods and a sit on the bench in a fairy forest?
• That bike ride Terri told me about that runs between Gold Bar and Index, where there are flat rocks by the river to have a picnic?
• Those cliffs by Deception Pass with a view of the San Juans and all the way to Canada?
  
• That cafe by the water on Whidbey Island with the wonderful lobster bisque?
  
• My back yard?

Okay. Gotta go. Writing to do.