Homecoming

The mountains looked dry, even the crop circles were brown. Surely it hasn't been this hot in these parts. We were above North Montana, twenty minutes away from our descent. As the plane began to push past the sky lines, the landscape began to change.

Fog thinned out into kale-green, reaching pine trees, as abundant and spread out as the towns that now came into sight. The sky was spotless blue, reaching far beyond the Sound. Never in my four years had I seen Seattle so clear, so fresh, so much like home.


We had dinner to celebrate Mummy A's birthday. I'm going out with C today, and B comes home tonight. I'm so excited I don't care if the only coffee I can get in town might be mermaid girl's.

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