Travel Blog 1 - The Seattle Waterfront at Night

With an assignment as open ended as this I felt it only right to leave my choice of local equally open ended. I merely left my dorm sometime in the prime of night and let instinct, fate, my whimsical nature or some combination of all three guide me.  In this way allowing the journey equal importance as the destination.  An eerie mist had settled over Seattle blanketing the city in a grey that smoothed the sharp corners of the cityscape and muffled the senses.  I was not surprised when I found my feet had guided me towards the water.  Perhaps subconsciously attracted by the disembodied forest of masts rising from the mist, reminding me of time spent sailing with my father and the love affair those experiences have instilled in me with the ocean and by proxy the vessels that traverse its surface.  I found the longest dock, its end lost somewhere up ahead and stopping only to glance briefly at the ominous No Trespassing sign I walked towards the end, desiring proximity to the water.  The edge was like the edge between this world and the nether.  The water shone like an obsidian mirror, reflecting only darkness as it merged seamlessly with the night sky.  The two massive entities appearing as one.  The sound of an engine in the distance startled me out of my hypnotic reverie and I observed the spectral luminescence of its headlights crossing in the night where a clearer night would have revealed the 522 bridge.  The departure of this captivating sight left me suddenly aware of how truly cold it was outside.  As I turned to leave I knew that I would almost assuredly return and if you ever find yourself with some free-time between two and four in the morning I highly recommend it.