I was walking to a meeting today at a downtown coffeeshop. The air was kinda misty, and Rhiannon (the Collegian's fab production manager) called it "spitting." As in, not drizzling, and not completely dry, but somewhere in between. Spitting.
I'm not sure whether "spitting" is an actual Oregon thing or just what Rhiannon calls it, but Oregon does have some strange weather. A couple years ago, when I first started going to school here, I was shocked to see rain and sunshine at the same time. My skin was so confused to feel the warm sunlight and cool drizzle on my skin at the same time.
So sometimes up here, it's sunny, which I love. Sometimes it's stormy, which I don't love. And every once in a while, I experience new and exciting weather that I've never seen before. Cool!