Thinking of Seattle, today. It is raining here, in America's heartland, as it has for close to 40% of the days since I have been back. Thinking of Seattle and former loves. Lunches and conversations built upon design and truth and honesty. Thinking of moments when I felt free to be myself, devoid of pretension and guilt. Thinking of the simplicity of wine, cheese, bread, fruit and meat. Tuscany brown bag lunches. Thinking of friends now spread far and wide across this continent and others. Simplicity is not given the value it deserves. Seldom is it that love can be found in such empty corners, but I have, and I am most grateful.