I’m sitting on the floor of my hotel room. The sliding glass door is wide open, the air swooping through the room, carrying with it the sounds and smells of the city I love. The sun is sinking away now, taking the blue sky with it and leaving soft, burnished beauty in its wake. There is an occasional call of a seagull as it careens between the skyscrapers before heading back out to Elliott Bay. Air brakes hiss. Music thumps. The air smells like food – Chinese, Thai, Mexican – sweet and spicy, but with a hint of salt.
I’ll probably fall asleep in the middle of writing this update. (Edit: I wrote that first sentence approximately 10 hours ago, and then I went and took a nap.) I slept nearly the entire way back from Seattle yesterday, slept all night, and still feel like a zombie. But anyway, it’s been a busy week, and here’s the recap:
I’m home from Seattle. (You couldn’t hear it but I just let out a long, sad sigh.) Continue reading “Seattle, seed catalogs, and a hole in my nose”