To the west, a sleepy city opens its tired eyes to another fast-paced workday. This is just over the hill from my local neighborhood. I especially like the holiday colors painting the top of each building.
To the east, Mt Rainier also opens its tired eyes to give yet another great performance to the locals who take a pause in their busy day. I think this bald eagle bought his tickets in advance because he has the best seats in the house.
I grabbed a cup of coffee, put on my down coat, and spontaneously made my way westward to Golden Gardens City Park. Lets see...the snow and cold, spontaneity, the company only of my own thoughts...is anyone else thinking Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind??? I felt like Joel. Meet me in Montauk...
Actually, I did have a few feathered companions.
The Olympics: its all in the name. These impressively rugged mountains tower to about 8,000', jetting straight up from the Pacific Ocean. This western border to Seattle helps to moderate the momentous weather systems that impact western Washington State. It is hard not to marvel at their beauty upon the days first light.
As the sun rounds the curve the of the earth, the harbor begins to wake.
The mountains almost begin to mature in appearance as the sun pushes on. Fierce.
Right as I was about to leave, I caught a glimpse of something frolicking in the bay. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a small gang of hooligan seals were causing disruption in an otherwise serene Puget Sound.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
~Alexander Pope~
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