It’s a random sunny Tuesday afternoon after school and
I’m back on the ground on our first day in Seattle skipping across sidewalk cracks in the rain bouncing like a pair of lips across your cheeks in the morning
We’re landing with foot splashes in puddles and just missing others experiencing a combination of cold and wet we haven’t felt before
We’re a fresh dose of happy rolled into clouds of grey like M&M’s in fresh cookie dough
As we just catch our ferry across the Puget and we’re on our way:
Allons-y, let’s go!
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, February, 2018