I forget what the proper meteorological term for this is (and my googling for it was in vain), but it's one of those really cold days where the mountains seem to have moved in closer, and you can see every detail of the foothills, and each peak and valley and crevasse, and the clarity of it all hurts your eyes. This used to happen sometimes when I lived in Chicago, and you could actually make out the shore of Michigan across the lake. But there's nothing more gorgeous than a day in Seattle when all the mountains are strutting their stuff. Wow.