Here I meditate... well, actually sitting on a stone wall outside of the aquatic center while my daughter has splash-class (diving practice). It's been an unusually strange summer in Atlanta, hot as all-get-out (southern-ism) one week, cool and rainy the next. Right now as I sit journaling, it's a cool 75 degrees, light breeze, makes me think of fall - which won't visit the South for another 8 weeks or longer...
We are in one of those cooler-than-normal rainy weeks - very fall like - off in the distance you can hear the football practices for the rec leagues. The Men's (high school) cross country team just ran by, and the first signs of fall, the sugar maples, are just starting to show their color. Such a tease... as I know we will have more 90+ degree weather and more smog and more and more and more...
What it really has me thinking about is Seattle. Or maybe Gig Harbor down on the Peninsula. The Pac NW is where my heart is. Every time I'm out there, it just seems right. Like I belong. Arcada, Yakima, Portland, Hood River, Seattle... Anchorage.
And here I am in Atlanta... Not that the big ATL is all bad - Spring rocks - by late February it's in the low 60s at times, lots of us out and about trying to work off those winter pounds... And trees, Atlanta is a tree city, even in Midtown - but especially once outside of the business areas.
My parents live in AK - I think it's time for a road-trip (make that a plane ride...) Go sit by the ocean and ponder how small we all really are.
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