Mile 11, Bellevue, Washington State.
Backseat of Mom & Dad’s car. Driving to Uncle Stevie’s 50th Birthday party.
It almost always rains when I leave Seattle. Because it rains here a lot. This makes me happy to leave. But because it is always raining I start my trips with a sense of melancholy. It usually takes until the radio fritzes out on the way up the mountains for the pensiveness ease off.