It was a perfect summer afternoon and I cruised along the waterfront, marveling at the activity around me. Years ago, I wrote that when the clouds disburse and the sun comes out, it warms the heart of the city and brightens its beauty in a unique and compelling manner. This day was no exception. It looked just like a movie: sports cars with the top down and hair blowing freely in the wind; shirtless joggers passing friends in sundresses passing young children biking on the pavement; pop summer hits saturating the air as a scintillating light illuminated everyone’s good angles. The scene wrote itself, and I humbly watched.
I continued to Point Defiance for my run, and turned toward Owen Beach. Cars poured out of the swelling parking lot and lined the narrow roads. It appeared that everyone wanted to frolic in the sun.
After my run, I walked down the parking lot which so beautifully framed the popular beach. With every step forward, the sound of talk and laughter amplified, and the smell of barbecue roused my senses. The bright sun danced off of Commencement Bay, occasionally interrupted by a leisurely sail. It was another perfect summer scene.
I sat down at the beach to rest my legs. The shade and breeze were a welcomed respite. I looked around me, and smiled. This isn’t just a perfect summer scene: this is my city.