Port Townsend Washington reminds me of the old seaside towns of my childhood in New England. I look up at the buildings and their ornate moldings, dressed in the backdrop of a crisp September sky and feel that I am stepping back in time.
Reminders of yesteryear cannot be missed as you walk down Water Street beside the Sea. They can be large and bold.
And from my room I look out on this mysterious place out of time. What will tomorrow bring? The seagulls keep me awake long past my bedtime. Are they laughing? Or maybe they are crying? In my half sleep I can only tell that I am not home in my bed. I am out of place, out of time, in a lovely adventure.
More again next time, Karen