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Going back to Seattle is like going home to me. I lived near Seattle on Vashon Island for 16 years, so that's not surprising. It's such a different feeling than Spokane - driving away both Nico and I commented on the fact that both of us, for whatever reason, felt better. Like we were getting away from some tension.
Even the air there is different, and downtown has a very distinctive smell. Not a bad one, although in places it's pretty rank. Full of memory nevertheless. Plus, I love Puget Sound. I looooove it.
There was also one of those strange moments that I know I'll never forget. I must've been in some kinda mood - once in a while I'll become very internally appreciative of, well, lots of different things. Sometimes it's shallow, like appearances. Other times it's facial features or elements of close friendships. Yesterday my mood was one of those shallower aesthetics.
So I saw this girl downtown. Okay, hold on. She wasn't gorgeous. She wasn't unpretty either. Mildly androgenous actually. And I was fascinated by her. Not with any depth or the need for there to be any. Her manner of dressing was also incredible to me. For the moments that I saw her I wished that I could've known her just by what I had seen.
It's like the girl I spotted once in the mustard seed while it was still downtown. (Funny how all my examples are women). I was out with my family, and seated over my dad's shoulder was a lovely couple. The thing that struck me wasn't that the girl was incredibly beautiful (though she was), but rather the way in which she was looking at her guy. Bloody amazing. Intoxicating, even. I'll never forget it.
I love those memories, be they moments with friends or just happenstance events.
Bedtime.
Even the air there is different, and downtown has a very distinctive smell. Not a bad one, although in places it's pretty rank. Full of memory nevertheless. Plus, I love Puget Sound. I looooove it.
There was also one of those strange moments that I know I'll never forget. I must've been in some kinda mood - once in a while I'll become very internally appreciative of, well, lots of different things. Sometimes it's shallow, like appearances. Other times it's facial features or elements of close friendships. Yesterday my mood was one of those shallower aesthetics.
So I saw this girl downtown. Okay, hold on. She wasn't gorgeous. She wasn't unpretty either. Mildly androgenous actually. And I was fascinated by her. Not with any depth or the need for there to be any. Her manner of dressing was also incredible to me. For the moments that I saw her I wished that I could've known her just by what I had seen.
It's like the girl I spotted once in the mustard seed while it was still downtown. (Funny how all my examples are women). I was out with my family, and seated over my dad's shoulder was a lovely couple. The thing that struck me wasn't that the girl was incredibly beautiful (though she was), but rather the way in which she was looking at her guy. Bloody amazing. Intoxicating, even. I'll never forget it.
I love those memories, be they moments with friends or just happenstance events.
Bedtime.