Felicia Cindy

Vainglory

Seattle on an autumn noon is akin to a toddler on the verge of crying. Gray sky that promised pelting rain according to the weather forecast, but right now all she does is dispose of misty air that makes it hard to breathe. With a chronic, untreated sinusitis, I do not fare well in a relatively frigid city like this one. But by the merits of birthplace and hometown, Seattle has earned my inherent love. For this is where I belong, for I know not any other place--any other possibility.