I can see the Washington Mutual Tower from my desk. Around here the skyscraper, on First and Union in downtown Seattle, has become a symbol of what’s gone wrong–a part of the reason why the state’s unemployment rate is the worst its been since the mid-80s.

But today the building looked beautiful. It’s cloudy, and from my seat the windows were two thousand bodies of water. The office lights, I swear, were tiny clouds. Seagulls were circling the building, and the tree right outside my window, just beginning to think about budding, fanned out across several stories.

The way things grow so quickly remind me why I don’t believe the end is the end.

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