The Pineapple Express tonight. That's what I love in the winter in the PNW, when it comes in mild, sometimes even positively warm, and turns all the firs and cedars into dark, gusting, oceanic giants, like a translation of the sea. You can keep your snow.
It made the power at Precious Blood go out this evening just before Benediction and First Friday Mass. We made do with candles, electric lamps, and mobile phones.
Some people like to call it "Chinook", sort of like the way some are fond of saying "Ponderosa Pine."
Pineapple Express is just fine for now. Just fine, thanks.
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