When I first moved to Seattle, I walked around a lot trying to explore the neighborhood.  On my way to the library one day, I noticed all the trees had turned colors.  It was gorgeous and I wished I had more than my camera phone to take a picture:

The pinks, reds, oranges were so brilliant and it was a nice, sunny day that I couldn't help but notice.

When I worked on Thanksgiving, the city had just put lights up in Westlake Park:

In these moments, Seattle is awesome.  But just in that moment.  As a native Californian, the weather here makes me a pansy as I carry a space heater with me from room to room.