Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Port Townsend, Washington

The damp flannel landscape feels like home, welcoming me back to Washington State for a friend's wedding. Smooth granite dinner rolls cover North Beach slide beneath our feet. Large trees reach sideways to the surf, their outstretched fingers bathed by small ripples, grasping and simultaneously letting the water go.

As we walk to the lighthouse, graying tones of blue, pink, white, and brown paint the sky. The distance seems fixed and the time does not pass as we trail behind a dog chasing imaginary birds. Some of the birds are real but so far ahead and unconcerned that his pursuit is imaginary if not his prize.

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