The prairies are all right. The mountains are all right. The forests and the deserts and the clear clean air of the heights, they’re all right. But what a bewitching thing is a city of the sea. It was good to be in Seattle–to hear the foghorns on the Sound, and the deep bellow of departing steamers’ to feel the creeping fog all around you, the fog that softens things and makes a velvet trance out of nighttime.
Take the road less traveled, Beth