missed

stuck on the 520 bridge tonight. my first time ever in the 3 years of weekly/daily crossings, and never before had the drawbridge opened. slightly stunned, we all crawled to a stop and goggled the perfect summer seattle evening. dusk falling, mt. rainier hazily sheer to the south, sailboats on lake washington as the sun set behind us and the sky turned pinkly purple. car doors opened, humanity emerged. the empty lanes of west-bound traffic filled with car-less drivers. all staring, standing. this bridge, that, without fail, still inspires silent refrains of ''i live here? i. live. here. seattle. i love this place.'

scrabbled in my bag for my camera (how i've missed taking pictures while it languished in a moving box)--battery dead.

fail.

but that sweet summer air? conversation with monica in the car & nathan on his motorcycle next to us--that nothing but something? it's still here, even if i can't show it to you.

rudely awakened

my bed shook this morning, and i woke up about an hour before my alarm went off. disoriented, my brain tried to process the reason for my abrupt return to consciousness. sleepily, i decided one of my neighbors must've slammed the door really hard leaving just then (i am on the 2nd floor of 3, after all) and that would explain the thump.

nope.

my trip down to starbucks for my morning hot chocolate revealed that seattle had experienced an earthquake. my first earthquake!

ok, so it was only a 4.6, but still! how rude!