5805687: The City That Weather Forgot

you ever land somewhere and the weather's already making decisions for you? that's what happened when i rolled into 5805687. the temp was hovering around 1.4°c, but with that 95% humidity it felt like -2.05°c. my fingers went numb before i even found a coffee shop. i just checked and it's... there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

walking around with a hoodie zipped to my chin, i kept overhearing locals mutter about how the pressure was sitting at 1006 and the ground level was 994. sounded like tech specs for a spaceship, not a city forecast. someone told me that the sea-level reading matched the ground-level one, which apparently means the air's heavier than usual. i just nodded like i understood.

if you get bored, tacoma and seattle are just a short drive away, but honestly, i was too cold to leave. ended up at a tiny diner where the waitress warned me the "special" was yesterday's soup. i took it anyway. it was hot, and that's all that mattered. overheard rumors that the best view of the city is from the abandoned water tower on 8th, but the same drunk guy who told me also said it's haunted. so, you know, choose your adventure.

the next morning, i tried to find a local coffee roaster. google said there was one three blocks away, but when i got there it was just a closed garage with a hand-painted sign. apparently they only open "when the mood strikes." i settled for gas station coffee and a stale muffin. sometimes that's the vibe.

would i go back? maybe in summer, when the temp_max cracks 20°c and the humidity drops below "sauna." until then, 5805687 stays on my list of places that feel like they're holding their breath waiting for spring.