there's no place like

Went for a walk yesterday at dusk.  I brought my camera, but it was really too dark to shoot anything.  I live low-down on the slope of a hill.  Just a couple of blocks in either direction from my house gives you a significant gain in altitude, and some of the most lovely views this city of hills has to offer.  There is a park that tumbles down a steep slope from my street towards the water.  Gravel paths wind through arching branches, squirrels dash about manically, and up a small flight of stairs, there is a viewpoint with an iron fence which overlooks the train tracks, the grain elevator, and the ferries gliding across the lavender grey of Puget Sound.  The air was cool on my skin, and I could feel my heart beating a little harder from the climb.  A train rumbled by; the lights of West Seattle began to blink and shimmer in the distance.  This is home, I thought.  No matter how many times I venture off to live in other places, no matter how much that leaving train tugs at my heart, I always return here, to this city built between the mountains and the water.  I stood watching the birds and the boats until the pink had faded from the sky.  Then I walked back to my apartment, admiring the Space Needle which glowed brightly against a dark forest of buildings, and went inside.

Comments

[Mquest]

tripod!!!
Even with out your camera your words paint a great picture.

[Chris Clarke]

What Mquest said. this was a lovely set of images.

[peg]

You live in a beautiful city. Your word painting makes me smile. For me it's coming home across the Hood Canal bridge. The mountains at sunset, the towering trees, the distant islands amid tranquil waters bring me joy and peace. It's home.

[Gary]

This is exactly why you should write more often; absolutely beautiful writing. This is why I read you.

[nina]

Thanks, all. It means a lot to me to know you enjoyed it.