It was a gray day at the Market in Seattle. The melt of snow made everything wet, not unusual to be wet, but a bit so to be wet from snow at the end of February. Everyone looked as it they needed a hit of sun as much as they needed their coffee in the morning. As I stood on the walk way, the clouds parted and the sun came in. The shadows were wonderful as the light poured in. I always understand how they feel about the sun, but for me the rain is always just as lovely.