It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
Lily, born today and growing up in that little house in West Seattle behind the Sub Shop #9 and the corner bar we never once visited, Chuck and Sally’s.
The seam between winter and spring.
The awareness of how different it is here than in my neighborhood in the suburbs.
All night long the rain.