Sammamish at Sunrise

Delta called late last night to ask if I was aware that I’d left my passport on the plane.  It seems that the case slipped from my bag sometime during the overnight flight, and my usual survey of the seat and floor hadn’t noted the absence.  ‘second time in two months (the first was when my tablet got pinched in the Tokyo lounge): I need to be a bit more careful as I get up and move.  (Many thanks, too, to an honest ground crew).

Jet lag was in my favour, though, and clear highways meant that I drove down to SeaTac and back before the sun rose.  There was mist in the Sammamish Valley, cold air over warm peat, steel blue waters against a brilliant rose sky.  I pulled in for an early walk across the frosted fields and along the still river.