tonight i skipped yoga (again) and drove out to my grandma gerrie's house for some old fashioned comfort. we chatted about all kinds of things: who we think will get married next, how cute lou is, her social engagements each week. she showed me how the house was before she and my grandfather remodeled it, then told me they did it all themselves and were totally self-taught. we looked at old pictures, and i told her about what's new.
then i headed home, and as i crossed the west seattle bridge, the most beautiful mist had settled into the city. it rested around the steel mill and blurred the light from all the cranes in the shipyards. everything that can be harsh and dirty during the day was soft and neutral and inviting in the golden glow that seemed to spread out through the fog. even the lights from the ferry headed in were hazy in the most lovely, laissez-faire kind of way.
i love a city that is comfortable in its own shoes. tonight, after a whirlwind week, i took solace in my city knowing who it is.
love,
j
(p.s. the photo is all vivian maier and just how i feel).
No comments:
Post a Comment