Scent of Old Books

scent of old books: a haiku
scent of old books: a haiku

scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano

I spent many hours of my mid-twenties wandering Seattle’s bookstores and coffee shops. Fond, fond memories. Though a challenging time, mainly financial, I enjoyed that time. Traveling into Seattle became more and more challenging over the years since I returned to Lynnwood. It looks dramatically different, and I haven’t been down since the pandemic started. Puget Sound’s north end holds its charms, too. Just different ones. Evolutions, I guess.

As Autumn Nears, I Remember Spring

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Memories of spring
Rain rippling in puddles
Thinking of sweaters

Today filled with rain, cleansing Seattle’s air of the lingering smoke. Very, very welcome indeed.

Just a few days until autumn. Though I look forward to sweater weather, I dread the greater resistance to spending time outside. Something to overcome.