Ask anyone that knows me. They will tell you. I have a fondness for cloudy skies. I like dark days, where the overcast is so thick it will leave you wondering if it is evening at midday. I don’t know if it is my pale burn-prone skin, or too many years in Yakima, shading my sensitive eyes from sunny summers and blinding snow glare on clear winter days. I don’t often miss the sun. In some ways, I live in the perfect place for that kind of preference.