Where will I find home? 

​Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky 

Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms 

My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand 


To live where my grandparents lived

I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees

I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid. 

Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch

I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic. 

Seattle’s Rain Has Returned

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory

So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.

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