Seattle soggy seasons

Every maple leaf will give itself up to the chill of the Puget Sound winds. It's that time when they are swirling and piling in drifts against the trees and you see kids kickin the leaves and stuff. Right before it all becomes a sopping , soggy pile of smoosh poop. I love thins time of year in seattle. The drizzle, the great gallions of clouds that slide in paralax across the Pacific horizon. I love the ferries coming before Alki all day, like hunkered riveted gulls on the stealy water, and the real gulls coming in to drink from puddles and of course the raven too.
I like this time of year because it reminds me of travel. The birds making their way, stand at the Aboritum and count them. The earth swiling like a marshmallow in chocolate milk and the leaves. It seems that this time of year puts me in a revrie of discovery and often times it is the autumn, when things seem a little sad and weepy and dead when I feel something stir that says I gotta go.

Sometimes this can be staved by a quick and soggy night or too in the Cascades, with the douglas fir dripping on your tent all night and alone in the dark you try to read but fall asleep. I think it is god to observe the cycles in ourselves as mirrors to all other cycles in nature.

Sitting under a goodly western red cedar this afternoon, waiting out the rain and gusts that had kicked up I sat and thought of what Pascal said about most of mans problems have to do with not being able to sit contently in a room alone. I watched the crows caw and ride in the updrafts and rain.

~J
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