Birdsong greeting me
Sunlight in the bluest sky
The cold morning air
Life In The Pacific Northwest
Birdsong greeting me
Sunlight in the bluest sky
The cold morning air

Riding the ferry
From shore to shore for hours
Talking to strangers
I’ve been thinking a lot of my grandfather lately. He spent years driving trucks throughout the region. His gift for connecting with people his deep. He had friends all over Edmonds. I emulate him… in my own way.

Upon this calm night
Light filtered by the stillness
Alone with the moon
As relief arrives
Stars twinkle through the high smoke
As it fades away

Fog on the river
As I cross the Snohomish
How much of it smoke?
With all the smoke in Seattle’s air, I wonder the breakdown with the fog lingering over the Snohomish river this morning.
With this, there was mist on my car window. That, mixed with river fog are signs of impending autumn. As teachers move into their rooms, seasons are changing.

Yesterday’s heat slept
Now another day of warmth
I stare at a screen

With the gloom clearing
Patches of blue sky eastward
Yet more rain’s coming
Weather, especially in June, can be quite fickle. Such is today. I guess.
Oh, I love this place!
Light moves across this city
My soul has grown here
The train’s horn carries
Upon the suburban calm
Miles from the shore
I often hear the train’s whistle miles away from the Edmonds shore. A few miles, up the hill, from Puget Sound. It actually delights me. Well, at times the intense quiet unnerves me. At my core, I’m an urbanite.