Dying in Seattle by Rae Rose

Tonight is a night magically alight with stars and snow. This winter night is strangely surreal, yet wonderfully beautiful. From where I lay a cloud of misted breath rises to mingle with icy white flakes.

In our Evergreen city, we are usually perpetually soggy, damp, and gray. We seem forever drenched in the damp and drizzly rain. It is rare to see a truly hot stretch of summer days, or to experience the kind of snow that blankets the grayness in the purest pristine white. Continue reading