Grey

For 10 dollars and 50 cents the Greyhound bus carried me from Mt. Vernon back into the heart of downtown Seattle. I rode through town after town looking at the casino lights and bar signs promising a very twisted form of redemption and hope. The dull, grey sky overhead cast a pale hue around tree, town and road.

When I first contemplated moving here I had fears that the less than sunny weather would affect me in such an adverse way that I would not know what to do with myself. In fact, just the opposite has happened. I do not know what to do with this city when the sun breaks through scattering its harsh rays into all the dark corners we use for hiding.

This city is grey and I’m ok with that.