Good morning, sleepy peeps. It’s a Lofi beats kind of morning. Not too fast, not too eager. The city is suffused in mist and it’s dark enough that the florescent lights in the tower across the street look nighttime bright. On misty days, I like to imagine Seattle from above, the towers poking up from the white fog, the glow of civilization below. We’re cocooned in atomized precipitation, the kind that leaves your skin damp and the streets shiny, all without a drop of rain.
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