My husband and I have been taking morning walks during our continued isolation to spend time together, move our bodies, and appreciate the beauty that is all around us. Tacoma is the city of my heart—located on the Puget Sound with a working port, a remarkable urban park (Point Defiance), a famous bridge (Galloping Gertie), and many scenic locations to search for picture worthy images.
My plan was to promenade between the Point Defiance Ferry Terminal and Owen Beach looking for fall colors. We mostly saw evergreens; the leaves of the deciduous trees were browns and yellows. Not the fall colors of my youth in New England. Mostly we saw greys and blues. There were still beautiful things to see, like clear water, sea anemones, and a rascally heron fishing from a dock.
I returned to my desk to begin work for the day, a little disappointed. And then I lifted my head to look out the window. The colors were right in front of me the whole time.