wandering city streets in the rain. eyes open for hidden treasures. whole in the wall coffee shops. used book stores with cats. overwhelming record stores. eccentric art displays. without much of a plan. besides a hope of discovering beauty. in whatever varied forms she decided to reveal herself. and there was a certain beauty in the women at the day shelter. in stories and friendships. in laughter and singing. in confidence and hope. and that beauty remains with me. even more than the dazzling city lights.
and i wouldn't say i fell in love with seattle. perhaps i can blame it on the cold january rain. but i can say i hope to return. for there is always more to discover. more to learn. and i'm thankful for a dear friend. who lives there. honouring people. promoting dignity. with compassion. and humility. who is a part of beautiful things. things too beautiful for words, really.
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