This week, heat blanketed Seattle like silence falls upon a crowd, stifling the city’s usual hum. We’re weak up here when it comes to meteorological extreme, built more for enduring long stretches of mild discomfort, not these flashes of aggression that global warming has begun to bestow upon us with greater frequency. I myself am not a summer person. My eccrine glands are constantly on high alert, I wilt when the thermometer ticks past 80 and I lack the laidback, chill personality that serves many of my peers so well in this season. But there is a moment at the end of each summer day that I always treasure, even more so when the temperatures are particularly high.
Sea Us Summarize: Mariners Week in Review 7/26-8/1
