Amanda Knox flying in today. Fully corroborated with television footage. Snapped from my cellphone.

And what she could have potentially seen had it been clear today (which is the photo I put up above, but was scrubbed):

I miss Colorado in some facets too, yet not, Nordic. I don't know what it is. I have great love for my birthplace and where I spent my first 24 years. I just don't think I could live there again. I need to be near the sea and mountains at the same time. It is UNBELIEVABLE the amount of Denver transplants who reside in Seattle. Daily, well, almost daily, do I meet someone new here, sometimes multiple people who have moved to Seattle from Denver just because they wanted to. My lady is from Denver who I did not know there. My best friend up here as of now, is from Denver, who I did not know there. My old boss was from Denver, who I did not know there. Our neighbors who we watch Broncos games with, who I did not know in Denver and so on. My dad wants to retire here soon. My lady's sister just moved here last week from Denver. It just goes on and on and it's quite weird. I am trying to come up with a Grand Unified Theory as to why this is. My best bet is just similar sized cities, presence of mountains and nature, but Seattle's killer feature is the water and being sea level, yet lack of sun, which the water and year long green may in fact make up for for us landlocked souls who grew up there.
Some Denver people who migrate here can't hack the incessant gray though through some time spent here and move back. When I hear from them, they still yearn to come back to the PNW.
I know that I moved here sight unseen. I was seeing a girl who went to Evergreen State College in the 90's and I came up to visit and before my plane even landed I said to myself, "I am moving here."
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi