I mean, the title says it all right? Who doesn’t lose their goddamn mind over THEEE Zaddy Pedro Pascal? What isn’t to love? He’s goofy, has great fashion, is insanely hot, and loudly and publicly supports his trans sister (which let’s be real should just be the bare minimum but with most people the bar is 600,000 meters underground). [DISCLAIMER- mom and dad I know you read this don’t read this next line]. And you just know this man knows how to eat some ass. [Ok mom and dad now it’s safe to read.]
Anyways- enough about my future husband and the father of my future children. This is a post about SEATTLE. You’re probably wondering why I said Seattle in the spring is a tease. Well, let me tell you a little bit about a phenomenon called “Fake Spring”. Basically, it’s periods of time early in the year (think February, early March) when the weather decides to fuck with us and get absolutely beautiful. Sunny skies. Temperatures in the 60’s. Birds chirping and flowers blooming. Basically, enough to just barely get you hopeful that maybe the world isn’t a vortex of suffering. Then BAM! Darkness. Wet darkness. Depressing darkness. Lonely darkness. Basically my love life (PEDRO YOU COULD CHANGE THAT CALL ME).
That all being said even fake spring brings me happiness, because it offers glimpses of serotonin to come. Even the small doses of sunshine help jumpstart my photosynthesis and I feel like I slowly emerge from a deep, foggy slumber. I know it’s cliche but I don’t care: spring to me equals pure joy. It means life emerging from death. It means the return of birdsong in the mornings. It means the fragrant drafts of flowers as you walk down the street. It means colors, and warmth, and energy. Sure, there are allergies. But guess what bitch, my sinuses are bad ALL YEAR. So….checkmate.
Seattle truly takes seasonal shifts to the absolute max (well besides the Arctic circle but honestly shut up no one likes a know-it-all pick me beta). Winter is a dark grey heavy blanket which stifles the soul, while summer is a radiant golden 19-hour-a-day celebration of life. Spring and fall are both explosions of color and beauty in their own way: spring mimicking birth with light rain and flowerbuds, and fall honoring death with a final vibrant supernova of hues. It’s one of the reasons why I really love living here- you get to experience a magnificent city and landscape through 4 very different lenses every year.
At this point you might think “wow, this guy really hates winter” and you’re only somewhat wrong. Like I mentioned in my last post, winter allows you to enjoy the hidden, austere beauty that many landscapes cloak in biomass the rest of the year. I deeply appreciate moments like a thin layer of morning frost that glistens in the sun. But let’s be real- vitamin D deficiency is a real motherfucker (the number of Seattleites I know who are prescribed upwards of 10,000 mcg of Vitamin D to take DAILY is honestly pretty insane). Seasonal affective disorder is real, and it sucks, and I’m always so glad when I see that Daylight Savings is on the horizon because I know that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Literally.
I want to wrap this up by saying that in spite of the world right now, I’m grateful for the world right now. People say to touch grass and while I think it’s a really obnoxious and reductive phrase, it ain’t wrong. We are creatures of the earth, which need the earth. Through all of this insanity, I cannot stress the importance of finding your own way to connect with your surroundings. Whether it’s going on walks with a friend, a dog, or by yourself. Or bringing a book to read at the park. Or, shit, event just watching nature documentaries at home. Maybe the following pictures can help provide some of that for you? I know taking them definitely helped me.
So please sit back, take a giant bong rip, and enjoy these photos from around Seattle and the Puget Sound. CALL ME PEDRO.
Seattle and the Sound- February 2025
La Vida Veeta 