While on a dock, waiting for our number to be called so we can go canoeing.
She is the city. Her mind races like that of cars on the freeway during peak times. 7:00 AM. 5:00 PM. She only stops when the light turns red and she’s forced to smell the way the air and the saltiness of the water blend together in perfect harmony. Like bright lights shining from the windows of the tallest skyscrapers along the Seattle skyline, her smile flashes overhead letting those around her know that she is alive and that she is willing to engulf herself wholeheartedly into the world. Her being is sharp angles and smooth curves with cracks that break the surface, like the sidewalks who welcome you every morning, afternoon, and night.
She is overwhelming in a beautifully devastating way.