Well, Fremont didn’t disappoint. Even with the threat of rain, hungover friends, and first timers.

Fremont never disappoints me. Seattle never disappoints me.

Looking out the window right now, I see water. I see the overcast sky, the Olympics covered in fog, and I want so badly to get outside and feel the cold. It’s like fall out there, and I know that fact shouldn’t make me happy because it’s June, but I can’t stop the tiny thrill that runs through me. September consumes me, and for a brief second, I kind of wish I was back there.

I wish I had more to write this morning. I feel too content to put anything into words though, so this will have to wait.

Breakfast time.
Happy Father’s Day.