I didn’t want to move here.
The air is cold and the weather is moody
And after the clouds wring themselves out
Over this sleepy little town,
Even they move on…
I pretended not to notice
The snow decorating the mountains
The seagulls gliding over the harbor
The foaming waves of the Elwha
Crashing against mossy rocks.
I hated the cold,
I hated the rain
I wouldn’t be happy here
I couldn’t be happy here.
I walked past the murals on the city walls
And stopped for a moment, studying them
And I climbed the tower on the pier and looked out
Over the water as the ships sailed by
And as I watched the setting sun
Melt into Lake Crescent,
Liquid gold rippling
Beneath a fire sky,
As I sang along to the radio
Driving up the winding road to
Hurricane Ridge this summer
I found my heart had melted with the snow.
I let myself taste the salt in the air
I wave across the water to Victoria
And I skip pebbles out on Ediz Hook
Because my mind is changing with the leaves
And I’m starting to think I want to be
In the town where the mountains greet the sea.
I want to stay here.
The Northwest is my home
And the mountains are my friends.
And I’ll treasure the sweet memories
I’ve made in this quiet little town
Long after I move on.