Fayre Dust

In the lowlands of the Pacific Northwest, we joke about our two weeks of winter, two weeks of summer and the remainder of the year as alternating between spring and fall. Snowfall west of the Cascade Mountains is as rare as a winter swallow (thanks, Balzac). Yet, here we are today with snow on the ground, frigid temperatures and an east wind that stirs the dry snow into glistening whorls.