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spring time is getting a little better, little by little.
last week, a morning as perfect as anyone could ask for. clear bright and warm, the glow of the still-hidden sun outlining the cascades, fingers of pink clouds reaching for seattle, a dawn-pink mountain king just visible over an arboreal seattle neighborhood, the bright snowfields of the olympics among the blue-gray peaks. then, the next two days were cold winter-storm like rain. now it's going to be in the seventies and we are going to go explore and camp on the ocean shores of washington which will, no doubt, remind me of arcata and arcatans and how the northern half of the west coast is probably the most perfect place for me. you are what you love.
riding a bike with an old friend to a (no dancing not getting sweaty) show across town. a beautiful evening. riding under the bridges and along golden sunset waters. even when things are bad the things are very, very, very good.
last week, a morning as perfect as anyone could ask for. clear bright and warm, the glow of the still-hidden sun outlining the cascades, fingers of pink clouds reaching for seattle, a dawn-pink mountain king just visible over an arboreal seattle neighborhood, the bright snowfields of the olympics among the blue-gray peaks. then, the next two days were cold winter-storm like rain. now it's going to be in the seventies and we are going to go explore and camp on the ocean shores of washington which will, no doubt, remind me of arcata and arcatans and how the northern half of the west coast is probably the most perfect place for me. you are what you love.
riding a bike with an old friend to a (no dancing not getting sweaty) show across town. a beautiful evening. riding under the bridges and along golden sunset waters. even when things are bad the things are very, very, very good.