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In a now-classic short story from the 1930s, Raymond Chandler described the Santa Ana winds thusly:
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.
–Raymond Chandler, “Red Wind”, Raymond Chandler: Collected Stories
I haven’t quite encountered as compelling a description of the interminable grey & drizzle in the Seattle literature. But someday I will find something in print that can speak to what Seattleites experience from October through March.
In any case, it finally broke today. And I remembered what intense sunshine — not just a sunbreak — feels like.
(interns out for a celebratory pint)
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