Everett Washington
Last night we stayed in a hotel about a mile from our new house. My wife had to go to work so I had no choice other than walk to get our keys. It was me, a didgeridoo and a dog named Lou.
It was a blustery cold May morning along the Puget Sound. The wind smelled of saltwater and anticipation in the town we now call home.
It was exhilarating not knowing where I was going. I was the stranger amongst familiar faces. I watched kids going to school, the glimmer of The Puget sound, and the general rhythm of the morning.
Luna simply sniffed the unfamiliar ground. I felt like an explorer reaching a peak only to find there is a long way to go, and looking forward to it.








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