I like Seattle in November. It gets a lot colder in the winter, but November is the last of the beautiful fall. You have those yellow-gold and sun-orange leaves soggy and mushy like cerel once you get the milk on it. The way the clouds uniformly cover the sky, especially when its not raining…it just… Continue reading Too Few Words
Tomorrow is March and March means spring. As a Seattlite, I can’t tell you how excited I am for the prospect of having a committed, loving relationship with the sun instead of these fitful affairs I’ve been having with it all winter. Spring has just always seemed like a good time to repair everything, from… Continue reading Brace Yourself: SPRING IS COMING (Sonnet 74)
I take them so rarely, I forget how good vacations are. This last weekend, I had the opportunity to go out to a cabin on Whidbey Island with a friend I don’t see nearly as much as I should. Glen goes to school on the east coast, and he’s just about the only person I… Continue reading Bottling Time on Whidbey Island
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 