The Emerald City

#47: Make love to Seattle:


This city is hypnotizing. I want to live here someday. From the moment I could see its expanse of amber and fire trees far beneath the plane windows, something resonated deeply with me.

The yellow trees downtown are lit, magic sparkling and swinging in the nightlife iced breeze.
Wall to wall, ceiling to floor- pure scarlet. Chocolate mouth, endorphins sending senses singing, I'm melting, divine and simple: the public library is merely a couple of blocks away and the smell of fish being thrown in Pike's Market is welcoming. Windows open wide all the time, records spinning and pouring mellifluous beats into my ears, open wide and feathered. The harbor is holding my gaze captive from behind bus windows- the best bus driver of all time, he's crazyspeaking and welcoming every new passenger vigorously, his holiday spirit swinging like a festive and glittering white tree, upside down, from the rear view mirror. The Bop Street man is directing me down the miles of vinyl, spinning yarns; I'm watching spit hit the pavement beneath the ragged white Converse and feeling safe in my brown Europe coat and skirt, legs bare and cold but content...the streets leading me nowhere but everywhere simultaneously. Graphic novels and pinball machines find me dreaming of a place to come home to amongst the shifting seasons, mountains hazy and winking in the distance. Lifestyle too expensive but so delicious.

Emerald is my birthstone, anyway.


I'll write about Portland soon...I went there for the first time and fell in love instantly.