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The city's face is two dimensional as of late with breaks of sun that remind me ninety degree angles and places to hide if need be, still indeed do exist. I truly miss the sun but have been diligently urging myself to take it as it is with as much appreciation as I can muster while day dreaming of the short shorts and barely there "shirts" that I romped around in last summer. In the mean time, it seems to be snowing every where but here. Mount Rainier and the skyline hangs in the fog, like the Mists of Avalon, disappearing and then reappearing unapologetically. On the way to school with a friend a few years ago, our bus took a turn up Seneca and we caught a glimpse of the sunrise through the gap between the buildings flanking the avenue and we both noted how long it had been since we had the time to stop and admire it. I relive that moment in various ways every day; and it's a cyclical beast that doesn't seem to have any weak spots as of yet. --Since photos of Seattle seem to fall flat this time of year, I've been meaning to take advantage of the time between nightfall and dusk when only the drunkenly slumbering homeless and the occasional taxi shares the otherwise open streets of my neighborhood. Since that seems to be the only period of time my daily inanimate surroundings seem to be at all talkative.

But until then, I'll drown in final projects and academic stress. College!