|Sun is a stranger in Seattle winter, so when he finally comes out to play in late…. late spring, living suddenly gets very easy. It was one of those nights nearing 8 o’clock, light slightly muted, driving with one of my favorite people, the sunroof open, wind in our hair, and a lovely tune playing over and over. Of course this calls for a spontaneous trip to the meadows where frolicking ensues. There is something freeing about running through a field of tall dry grass to a setting sun.
One of the best days (of many) to share with you. Excited to meet you all!