I had no preconceived notions or expectations as I rolled into the parking lot at the northern end of Lake Washington. The Seattle sky was a typical mixture of grey confusion, the clouds in various meteorological forms. A small swath of orange glowed in the distant northwest, a feeble reminder that the earth still revolved around the sun.
I glanced toward the docks. The scattered froth of white streaks on the choppy, dark blue water was an indication of the wind’s intentions.
