dawn moves through the clouds
hope ripples through the puddles
tea’s steam awakens
I love rainy Seattle mornings. Even in these insane times.
Tag: Seattle
A Wednesday Morning Meditation
what does the sun risk
climbing up eastern mountains
quiet autumn morn
Is a rather cool autumn morning just north of Seattle. Grey skies filtering sunlight. For me, this is peaceful and calm.
How is you Wednesday shaping up?
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Autumn Daisies
though expecting rain
the daisies are unimpressed
within the cool air
On my walk I noticed these fellows resisting autumn’s influence. Though lots of rain predicted for today, it remained remarkably dry. These daisies seem rather pleased.
The Day’s Rain
now walking at night
the day’s rain has faded
such grace in silence
Early Morning
the arriving dawn
early morning silence
the sound of home
A view from my neighborhood. Seattle’s murky skies: my vision of home. One of them, at least.
A Rainy Seattle Evening
wind dancing through firs
rain taps upon my window
night drifts to the west
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A windy, rainy night
wind dancing through firs
rain taps upon my window
night drifts to the west
Tis a rainy Seattle night, what we’re famous for.
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Friday Morning Near Seattle
within dawn’s grey light
rise and meet our potential
calling geese move south
This morning greet with grey skies; very common on Seattle’s autumns. A weekend filled with rain awaits. Many rain drenched memories arise. Cafes, such sanctuaries of warmth.
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Walking in the night
Street lights serenading me
Foot steps upon dreams
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Scent of Old Books
scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano
I spent many hours of my mid-twenties wandering Seattle’s bookstores and coffee shops. Fond, fond memories. Though a challenging time, mainly financial, I enjoyed that time. Traveling into Seattle became more and more challenging over the years since I returned to Lynnwood. It looks dramatically different, and I haven’t been down since the pandemic started. Puget Sound’s north end holds its charms, too. Just different ones. Evolutions, I guess.