"My heart leaps up when i behold"

I am a storehouse of interesting things to blog about currently. If I am not careful, they will all spew out in this blog post. Here's to being careful...

Today was quite the eventful one. One of those with a vast array of contrasting events, emotions, people, and extraordinary experiences.

Brianna-my pseudo-sister, other-half, and a little piece of home-was with me in Seattle.



Brianna and I went to a place neither of us have been to: Discovery Park. Our excursion was thoroughly enjoyable. There's a lighthouse too!




As we were walking back to the parking lot, unknowingly enjoying ourselves by making various rhythms with our stomping, we approached a very broken-into car. As I proceeded to freak out, we discovered that ALL of Brianna's luggage and both of our purses were stolen out of the trunk of the car. Literally hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of Bri's stuff was stolen. We filed a police report, during which we learned that there were two other reports within the past few hours of cars broken into. Oh good. We eventually got Bri to the airport, thanks to a nice friend in Seattle, who drove us and loaned Bri some money to change her flight. As BriBri is talented at haggling, she talked her way onto her plane without any form of ID and is now safely home.

After that drama, I decided to de-stress at a coffee shop and start on David Copperfield (since my MacDonald treasury is in my stolen purse!!) During my time sipping coffee and reading/talking with random people, it began to snow! Fremont magically transformed into a winter wonderland within hours.

So naturally, I took a midnight walk around my neighborhood. Oh the loveliness! How peaceful and silent everything is. And the crunch beneath your feet. And flakes on your eyelashes. And whirling white everywhere. My walk was delightful.

As you can see, the horror and violation of being stolen from, was drastically contrasted with the magic and delight of snowfall. From shock to enchantment in a matter of hours.

Perhaps everyone needs one experience of being stolen from to remember how fleeting life and it's material possessions are. Things* rot and are destroyed. Beauty, however...

*I suppose that is easy for me to say, since my stolen things were nothing compared to Brianna's.