Travel Blog 2 - The Seattle Waterfront in the Day

The difference between my visits was like night and day. (literally!) As fortune would have it the day I returned was perhaps the most beautiful day to grace Seattle in months and the city responded accordingly. Where silence had been the only sound, now voices, laughter, and the hum of the metropolis greeted me. It was as if the first time I had been here had been a dream, somehow not real, a shadowy substitute. Now everything was revealed in its true splendor, disrobed of its fog and shadow garments. The dull roar of traffic crossing the bridge as the sun glinted off the marvel of civil engineering. Each boat in the harbor, formerly strangers, now proudly introducing themselves to anyone who would spare them a glance, The Ghost, The Guatita, The Red Fox. . . In the background snatches of conversation reach me from a nearby café unintelligible yet comforting. I directed my gaze across the water eager to identify the sources of spectral luminescence that enthralled me last time. They are the gorgeous abodes of wealthy citizens. There is a prevalence of glass in the structures as if the residents couldn’t bear to be separated from the waterfront for more time than was absolutely necessary. The cold finally interrupted my reverie reminding me that it is still mid February despite what the weather may suggest, or I may wish. As I turn to leave I reflect upon the two very different faces that Seattle chose to show me and I hope to encounter many more of the facets that Seattle contains.