Brunch in #Edmonds

A light mist outside

Delightfully warm within

My grandfather’s voice

My grandparents started coming to Edmonds’ Pancake Haus when it opened, and remained faithful customers til the end. My wife and I go somewhat regularly, enough that the staff recognize our son and ask about him. This connection brings me joy.

Do have any place with similar connections?

Winter in Seattle: A Haiku

longing for sunlight

amid the dampness and cold

childhood memories

My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.