Under the Dome

We’re back home and getting settled into a post-pandemic Seattle. And our city is still here; we’re still alive and kicking and drinking too much coffee. The internet rumors of Seattle becoming a deserted ghost town are rather overblown, it seems.

People still walk their dogs in the park. The elevator buttons in our building have never been cleaner, and the bleachy smell is as comforting to me as the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Down on Second Avenue, small groups of pedestrians stand six feet apart waiting for the crosswalk signal. Toilet paper is out of stock, but there’s plenty of food and booze and coffee. The buses are running, and traffic is light.

I don’t sense any panic here – just the quiet caution of a million+ people trying to do the right thing at the same time.

Three people walk along the Seattle waterfront near a long wooden pier.

It makes me believe we’ll get through this crisis, together.