I’m having a sort of “fantasy morning” in downtown Seattle.
It’s quite rare, when Shannon and I visit, that we actually have time at the weekend. Often we’re here Sunday night to Friday night, and making the time to battle our way through traffic on a weekday to spend time in the city is usually not appealing.
I’m here on my own, though, for a short trip and, unusually, I’m going home on a Saturday. I’m killing time before 4:30pm, when I need to be at the airport by visiting some of my favorite haunts, for this area anyway. Breakfast at Etta’s, where Shannon and I had our first date, and I had breakfast on the morning of my wedding with family from the UK. Now I’m taking advantage of free wireless at the Seattle Public Library, sitting comfortably on purple and gray foam chairs, high up in the Reading Room. Over in the corner where the guy in yellow is in this photo (taken last year):
This place is so stunning and inspiring. Over a year after its opening the huge open spaces are still respectfully quiet, and the changes in texture and shapes make each area feel private and small. I’m not sure how I follow this up, with 4 more hours still to kill.