Seattle is a watercolor; subdued, hushed, slightly out of focus. Even in bright sunlight, in which my first experience of the city has been awash, the vibrant colors of the newly awakened flowers, lush greenery, and hopefully painted houses are muted somehow. Sound is diminished as well, with periods of silence, lacking in even typical city noise, following fog horns and lock warning signals. The memory of rain traces its inhabitants' movements, its boats' wakes, its trees' rustle, its birds' flight. The heat of the noon sun is tempered by the chill from the Sound, the thought and sensation of water omnipresent. It's a tentative place; slow moving and polite, hesitant and introverted, drenched even when dry. The landscape is a study in blue; filled to the brim with the hue and melancholically beautiful like the note.
