Missing Seattle

I do. Wholeheartedly. I miss the clarity of light on bright, sunny days. I miss the business of city life. I miss walking around Capitol Hill with a Vivace latte in my hand. I miss being able to wander all day and never going too far from home. I miss piroshkis and spring rolls and green onion pancakes. I miss the bins. I miss hearing the sound of the ferry coming in at night, and I miss the smell of salt water that rolls in on the night winds. I miss seeing snow capped mountains and the pacific ocean. I miss my friends.