Sundown at 9:45pm
Around 7:50pm my stomach told me I was hungry. Hot and muggy, I decided sushi and beer would be the perfect dinner. I headed into Ballard, to Sam's Sushi, where the nigiri is fresh and the rolls the best in town.
Afterward, I was feeling restless. The settling cloak of night air called to be walked through. I drove to Golden Gardens, thinking I would stroll along the boardwalk for a bit, catch the remnants of the sunset and see if there were any bonfires lit.
There were eight bonfires roaring.
The parking lots were full. The beach was crammed with people of all ages. In the night sky a strip of fire hung on the horizon line, lingering and lingering, the sun's refusal to go. People were showing up with coolers and frisbees as if the sun was rising, instead of setting.
The Good Humor man pushed his cart of ice cream along with the intention of out-lasting the die-hards. Kids yelled at each other "That's my rock, get off of my rock". "I'm sandy and soggy, mom, ha ha ha."
I stepped onto the sand and my feet sank into the cool grains. At the water front, people were throwing themselves into the small waves and squealing at the chill. One little girl with long, dark, curly hair held her ground as the surf swept up and over her feet. She smiled, eyes bright and said, "I think it's fine. I do. I'm fine, I'm not cold." Her father looked on proud at his brave daughter.
With wet feet I moved on...and oh life hummed at a brilliant and deafening level.
Two kites still hung in the air, every barbecue spot was taken, roaring and sizzling hot dogs and hamburgers. I heard many languages being spoken: English, Spanish, Vietnamese. Lovers huddled together on blankets and necked unabashedly, old couples held hands and drummers drummed a beat, setting the tempo for this frenetic evening that this city, Seattle, would devour whole. The scene pulsated with the life blood of those who have been yearning for winter to shed its gray coat and for summer to burst through and heat us to the bone.
My heart beats fast. I remember this scene from three years ago. He and I came here with a couple of beers and a blanket. We huddled around a bonfire, wrapped in each other's arms...and we kissed for the first time.
Nostalgic World Girl
Afterward, I was feeling restless. The settling cloak of night air called to be walked through. I drove to Golden Gardens, thinking I would stroll along the boardwalk for a bit, catch the remnants of the sunset and see if there were any bonfires lit.
There were eight bonfires roaring.
The parking lots were full. The beach was crammed with people of all ages. In the night sky a strip of fire hung on the horizon line, lingering and lingering, the sun's refusal to go. People were showing up with coolers and frisbees as if the sun was rising, instead of setting.
The Good Humor man pushed his cart of ice cream along with the intention of out-lasting the die-hards. Kids yelled at each other "That's my rock, get off of my rock". "I'm sandy and soggy, mom, ha ha ha."
I stepped onto the sand and my feet sank into the cool grains. At the water front, people were throwing themselves into the small waves and squealing at the chill. One little girl with long, dark, curly hair held her ground as the surf swept up and over her feet. She smiled, eyes bright and said, "I think it's fine. I do. I'm fine, I'm not cold." Her father looked on proud at his brave daughter.
With wet feet I moved on...and oh life hummed at a brilliant and deafening level.
Two kites still hung in the air, every barbecue spot was taken, roaring and sizzling hot dogs and hamburgers. I heard many languages being spoken: English, Spanish, Vietnamese. Lovers huddled together on blankets and necked unabashedly, old couples held hands and drummers drummed a beat, setting the tempo for this frenetic evening that this city, Seattle, would devour whole. The scene pulsated with the life blood of those who have been yearning for winter to shed its gray coat and for summer to burst through and heat us to the bone.
My heart beats fast. I remember this scene from three years ago. He and I came here with a couple of beers and a blanket. We huddled around a bonfire, wrapped in each other's arms...and we kissed for the first time.
Nostalgic World Girl
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