The snow-capped peaks of the Olympic Mountains in the distance, and Puget Sound in the foreground. (Photo under the cut.)
I’m sitting on the floor of my hotel room. The sliding glass door is wide open, the air swooping through the room, carrying with it the sounds and smells of the city I love. The sun is sinking away now, taking the blue sky with it and leaving soft, burnished beauty in its wake. There is an occasional call of a seagull as it careens between the skyscrapers before heading back out to Elliott Bay. Air brakes hiss. Music thumps. The air smells like food – Chinese, Thai, Mexican – sweet and spicy, but with a hint of salt.
I’m home from Seattle. (You couldn’t hear it but I just let out a long, sad sigh.) Continue reading “Seattle, seed catalogs, and a hole in my nose”