Invierno en la ciudad

Hoy ha hecho aquí en Seattle un frío que pela y el termómetro no ha bajado de los 4ºC cosa que me extraña bastante... probablemente han sido las ráfagas de frío helador las que han dado esa sensación térmica de morirse uno de frío. Han caido cuatro copos de nieve esta mañana pero sin embargo ha estado la mayor parte del día el cielo medianamente despejado. Vamos, un tiempo loco el que hemos tenido hoy.
Pero como ha estado despejado la mayor parte del tiempo hemos decidido, nosotros y la mayor parte de la ciudad de Seattle, subir al Space Needle a disfrutar de las vistas espectaculares que se tienen desde allí arriba :)

Esto ha sido lo que hemos visto a medida que ha ido anocheciendo:

Victoria

Qué ciudad tan bonita y sólo a un paso de Seattle. No hay más remedio que volver en primavera para verlo todo verde, verde, pero mientras aquí van estas fotos de estas Navidades :)





Luces navideñas en el Parlamento

Ardilla en Beacon Hill Park

Beacon Hill Park

Montañas Olímpicas (EEUU)

Playa

Playa

Luces navideñas en Butchard Gardens

Luces navideñas en Butchard Gardens

Johnson Street

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

E. A. Poe