In the morning, an electric-pink flash. Then a crack in the sky that shakes the whole house with sound-waves. The rain thrums on the roof, which is only a few feet from my head as I lie in bed listening. It makes the second-floor apartment in the city sound more like an old moldy cabin in the woods, which, of course, I wish it was. The big ( Read more... )

I'm tired of working.

I want to go camping.

It isn't summer anymore.

A bowl of motionless hot air. The sun blasting more and more heat into it every day all day. The mornings are warmer than a warm day. Even though there is no breeze, the hot air pressing against the mountains to the east has nowhere to go but up. Blows up the canyons, hot air passing through the cedars and over the dwindling snowmelt streams, ( Read more... )

spring time is getting a little better, little by little ( Read more... )

( not only is it not cold, it is hot )

Because I have noticed a lack of publicly embarrassing things in my life recently, I have recently undertaken an all-new way to bring myself awkward shame: a blog! About me! Riding my bike! It's called "The Long Way" and I invite you, my friends and acquaintances, to glance at it and immediately forget about it ( Read more... )

wake up at 5:15 in the morning and look at the window in your closet. it is glowing with orange light which means only one thing: snow on the ground. get up and put the same pants you put on every day, put on the wool jersey you've worn out in barely more than a year, and the black watch flannel that you like so much. walk through the cold ( Read more... )

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Winter in Seattle is

Fun:


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