Seafair is coming up this weekend in Seattle. We heard the Blue Angels fly into to Boeing Field yesterday, and they'll be screaming around overhead for the next few days.
I have mixed feelings about what we once called the "military industrial complex," but seeing them perform still gives a visceral thrill. Flotillas of pleasure boats turn Lake Washington into a big sloshing bathtub of fun during the hydroplane races. (Been there, done that.)
We have August stretching ahead, but Seafair weekend feels like the summer climax in Seattle. Suddenly the sunrises are later, sunset earlier. It's still warm, even hot, but there's a different slant to the light in August. Back-to-school shopping in the stores and good luck if you still need anything summery.
Note to self: plant more gladiolas next year.
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