One day I was driving over the Tacoma Narrows bridge. It was approaching golden hour and there was a bit of wind. Where the water was smooth it was gold but where it was choppy it was blue. There was large area of both colors but also some interpenetration. It was really lovely and it struck me that I'm seeing this wonderful sight just going about my business.
Or the time we were walking around Green Lake in Seattle. Everyone was watching some event except us. A bald eagle swooped down and grabbed a fish. It felt like our own private show.
I watched the filmstrip of the Tacoma narrows bridge AKA Galloping Gertie so many times in jr high that it gives me a shiver to drive over it.
Although I did this afternoon.
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