Pioneer Square

All wet today.

I went in the rain, arent I a rebel?

Time-wise, my visit was perfect. Weather wise, not so much.

It was raining, deserted and cold. 

I liked it very much nonetheless. What a different little part of Seattle.

I would certainly not have discovered it for a while had we not been given this assignment.

But as perfectly sweet as the square and surrounding area is, I was still wet and cold.

And so were my socks, as I had walked all the way there.

I was hungry.

I was listening to Scooter.

Anyone remember them?

I was enjoying myself.

Art. I have learned that it is truly the essence of this city. This little piece of creativity has only been there

for the past few months. As if a tiny part of ocean life swam into this gray city with the rain.

Something about the looming gray of material and immaterial everything on that day,

 surrounding the persistent little colors. Absence of color overwhelms so much more than presence.

I thought to myself all along: I will certainly come back to this neighborhood when the weather is better.

When I am motivated. When I have the money to spend in the shops with the pretty things in the

windows that make me drool a little.

My heart leaped when I saw something I had never seen before in the US.

The Berliner Döner. Know what döner is? It is one of the best things you will ever taste.

For carnivores only.

I had given up hope of finding it on this side of the ocean and it reinforced my faith in Seattle just a little.

And so I trudged.

Until I was stopped in my trudging by a boy with an umbrella.

He asked if he could walk with me and I asked him why.

He was an artist.