In May, the cottonwood seeds fill the air, falling thick as snow. Caught in a warm springtime blizzard, I reach out my hand to grab the fluffy snowflakes.
The Pacific Northwest does not cease to amaze me, with all its beautiful parks and views. When I walk around, I am reminded of a poem by Percy Shelley, The Recollection. Alone in the woods, the sounds of nature, the chirps and rustling boughs, only add to the peace and stillness.