Little One, demanding love.

Princess Nevadelia Lotus Blossom lounging in her new post beneath the tree, visions of sugar plums dancing in her head.

More universal gifts left on my windshield.

I don't remember fall in Seattle being so... New Englandy. It's been frigid (mid twenties) and sunny and it feels like home. I don't mind cold. Cold I can do - cold I'm good at. Especially when coupled with a bright firey ball in the sky.

The best part about all this unseasonable weather is the sunrises and sunsets have been absolutely mind boggling, on a daily basis. Here are two quickie snapshots I took this week.

The first is sunrise from the roof at work.

The second is sunset from the Nordstrom Tower in First Hill. I was waiting for the elevator and looked out to see the Space Needle poking out between these old brick buildings, the sky all pink. Pretty amazing view for the hallway of a doctor's office.

P.S. "Frantic Pink Moment" is a phrase that has stuck with me since New Year's, 1998, when Viva spelled it out in refrigerator poetry. It has remained one of my favorite magnetic poem lines ever, second only to "Pies del mar."

Our flocked Yuletide tree - tres Capitol Hill.

The Universe drew me a heart, frozen in ice, backlit by the neighbors' Christmas lights, on my windshield. Warm fuzzies in the frosty morn.