Here are a few things about Seattle
UmberDove
- one -
Apparently I engage in two major activities whilst in my favorite city:
Apparently I engage in two major activities whilst in my favorite city:
Eating out and walking.
And drinking espresso.
Lots and lots of espresso.
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 ~
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 ~