The city smelled strongly of roasting coffee this morning as I walked from my car to the office. It was 52 degrees, and I noticed that the crocuses are already pushing their way up through the wet earth. Earlier, I had cracked open my window shades to catch a glimpse of the bright pink sky. Now, the barest shadow of Mt. Rainier looms in the distance beyond the skyscrapers, and Elliot Bay is glinting soft and gray beneath the slow heavy ships. My office is filled with light, and I am comforted by the hum of the heating vent above me.
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...crocuses?...whimper...whimper...*as she bundles herself up to go out in -40 temperatures*
Posted by: lisa | 2005.01.24 at 19:52