Apparently I engage in two major activities whilst in my favorite city:
Like ordering two rice milk lattés at once, one for my left hand, one for my right. And almond croissants, butter be damned (so. totally. worth it).
- two -
Seattle rain is an experience all upon its own. It is akin to walking through fog; you can see it plainly, but it is intangible, fleeting, like kissing clouds or walking on water.
- three -
Twenty-two hours of driving is a beautiful and terrible amount of time for self-reflection / analysis. Beautiful as driving solo through the curve of a day offers so much space, so much quiet, room for the mind to tumble and roam. Terrible only as I spend a large addition chunk of time diving off highways onto questionable turn-outs to madly scribble thoughts into my sketchbook, hoping to find that trail of thought later.
- four -
On that thought, one should always drive cautiously through the bends and wilds of northern California, as one never knows when a herd of elk will be crossing.
All that to say, I'm back! I hope your week thus far has been filled with rainbows and lollypops, or perhaps licorice tea and roosevelt elk. Or maybe even kombucha and wet puppy noses!
~ Umber ~