I stand where the odor of fish meets the aroma of coffee,
where occasional beams of the sun ignite $5 bouquets,
where the pitter-patter of raindrops disappear into the bay.
I stand where patchy fog gives way to Mt. Rainier,
where the tip of the Space Needle aerates an overcast sky,
where drops of rain return mid-day from Puget Sound.
I stand with you –
where happiness is never lost and always found.