Despite this blog's title, I don't live in Seattle. More like 45 minutes south. Sue me for false advertising if you want. Tomorrow, however, I'm spending the day in the big city. It's 11pm right now and I plan to leave at 6am to get the Early Bird parking specials. Yeah, we'll see how that goes.
For once, I'm going to Seattle without any agenda. I am just going to wander through whatever streets and doors I feel like. It's good practice for Europe, besides a chance to actually get to know the city I've admired from afar.
Driving up I-5 and coming upon the Seattle skyline at night, for me, feels like that moment in The Return of the King when Gandalf and Pippin ride up and see the city of Minas Tirith for the first time. There's a kind of beauty of lights and towers that crowns and complements even natural beauty.
Cities make me feel alive and connected to something bigger than myself. For someone who definitely gets trapped in her own head, that's a very good feeling. Tonight, interestingly, I ran across this passage:
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven. - Matthew 5:14-16
How often have I lived under a basket, peeping out only when I know other lights are around. Or hid out of fear that when the basket is removed, there won't be any light.
It only comes from one city.
isnt 45 minutes outside seattle,...still really seattle? I think so. City lights are beautiful, espessially when you get to watch them turn on at dusk. Thanks for the verse, I needed it.
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