Remnants of the sole remaining coal gasification plant in the United States from the former Seattle Gas Light Company rise up the air.
They remind one of giant tinker toys left behind by a forgetful child.
Enjoy your coffee or perhaps a morning walk along the shoreline as seaplanes take off across the Seattle skyline to more wild destinations.
Row after endless row of boats gently rocking in the water, the occupants still sleeping soundly inside.
I playfully tease a flock of Canadian geese, as the less fortunate are still wrapping up their tattered blankets and precious wares into shopping carts before the police arrive and make them move on.
It’s a strange rabbit hole, this place.
