Washington State

I drank water straight from the tap; I flushed the toilet paper; I nearly cried flying over the Olympic mountains their snow peaks visible under the clouds. I breathed the air to the base of my lungs in Puyallup, never have I smelled something so deeply refreshing and alive, piney rain grass soil. 

I am back home (one of them that is), in Washington state.

I barely slept last night thanks to the buzzing of arrivals and endings and gratitude, my circadian rhythms flustered.

But now there was a sunrise and there is a rainbow against Puyallup's gray.