Monday, November 15, 2010
stormy pacific northwest
I can't feel it swaying, here on the 19th floor, but I can hear the wind in the steady creaking of the ceiling tiles at my office, and in the stiff, subtle shuddering of the windows behind me. The waves behind the Pike Place Market are peaked and choppy. The clouds are racing across the sky, and are never the same color or shape the next time I look back.
I can't wait to go home and light a couple candles on my dinner table. Right before sitting down and diving back into work... :(