Delivering Magazines to the Center of the Known Universe
I have a raging cold, a looming deadline, a tired child, a failing laptop, a messy house, and a soggy yard. I also have an incredible sense of awe and wonderment at this world around me: how can I possibly have been so lucky as to have landed here in this Edenic valley? How is it that every drive I take reveals places even more beautiful? How is it possible that a region can be this majestic? And, especially, how on Earth can a woman this stuffy be compelled to feelings this wonderful? By the sight of fog rolling down off the hills of eastern Skagit county; by a glimpse of mist-shrouded elk grazing alongside Highway 20; by the act of delivering Grow Northwest magazines to the blue-green, warm-wet wonderment of Concrete, Washington.
Not quite sure if I'm loopy from the Sudafed or high on life, I'll opt for the latter.