In the beginning, there was light.
And a contentment that had burrowed, unknowingly, into my soul.
Then the parents whisked me away to a far off land, heard of by many, yet known by few. In this land the sun played a game of hide and seek with the inhabitants, hiding more oft than finding. Warmth was a concept none dared dream about; yet to a girl raised on the sizzling concrete of Dallas, it remained a lost hope in a head being squeezed by the cold.
This place is Seattle.
This place is my new home.