The Sounds of Left

I wrote this about a month and a half ago while in Seattle. It takes me back and is very real in my mind.

"I laid there on my back feeling an all consuming hug from the mixture of sunny warmth and a slight breeze to keep it fresh. I was looking into the sky, partly blue, partly white, partly grey, but in all parts the sight was dramatic. I just had to reallize what I was looking at. Majesty. That's what I was looking at. As I sat up, I looked out at sea, It was so easy to let my mind charge into the vastness of the view. Mile after mile I could let my thoughts travel over endless waves, further, and further out at sea... but stop. The soft turf that I'm sitting on brings me back to the reallity of my immediate surroundings. I listened left. Yes the direction left, also in this case south (meaning I am facing west), I could hear the sounds of the fish market yelling. I could imaging the hustle bustle of large men throwing fish back and forth as well as small men playing guitar and violin for tips. I smelled left. Fish, clam, oyster, coffee, the smells of left. I looked to my right. I looked right and up. Way up, higher, higher, neck cramp, higher, the sky scraper was filled with restaurants, offices, retail stores, and people. I knew what was behind me. A city stacked on top of a city, on top of a city, etc. The square footage of the ground seemingly powerless against the growth of the city. If they can't build out, they build up. I sipped on my hot chocolate (yes, from the first Starbucks ever) and let the taste filled my pallet. Coacoa from accross the world, milk from cows in Cali, a coffee shop experience in a travel sized cup. It warmed me from the inside out. Warmth of sun, smell of fish, sounds of left, sight of waves -beyond waves-, hot chocolate working outward, cranes building behind me. Seattle, WA. There I was sandwiched between Pikes place market and the pier.

Tell me if those moments aren't worth a million dollars. I mean it, a million. I'm rich! I am filthy rich. I have a get rich quick scheme, change my mindset. Daily, hourly, on the minute. I think in terms of millions. I have a million dollar moment right now. I'm sitting on a leather chair in a coffee shop that protects me from the hail and the cold. A fire place burns in my front. Artwork surrounds me, and music serenades me. Coffee energizes me and a power outlet energizes my computer."