It’s finally raining. The quiet and rhythmic pounding of the water on my windows and pitter patter on the rooftop are yelling at me to slow down and catch my breath. Breathe. I can smell the wet dirt and the hint of smoke from the fireplaces. When I stand at my open front door, close my eyes, and take a deep breathe I can only think…this is home. No matter where I am, these smells and the moist air always bring me home in my heart.
Oh Pacific Northwest, how I love thee.
As I welcome the stillness, steady, and quiet pace of the winter months here in Bellingham, I start blogging again…meet Hannah, one of my favorite sunshine moments of summer. My absolute favorite part of my job is becoming friends with these fabulous ladies. Hannah, you are awesome and beautiful, and awesome.