Exploring Downtown Seattle

My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed

Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past

Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away

Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future

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This Morning’s Rain: A Haiku

Early morning rain
Disrupting outdoor planning
Well, we’re flexible


Awoke to the steady patter of a Seattle rain. For me, there’s something very calming about it. I guess it’s part of Seattle being home. There must be moss in my soul. 

A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku

Another grey day

Rainfall has moistened the ground

Watching memories


It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day. 

Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties. 

A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.