It was still pretty dark when I crossed the Ship Canal, but as I continued along Westlake Ave the sky was progressively turning brighter.
I kept my pace, dreaming of the countless yachts and houseboats I passed on the way.
Lake Union Park still looks rather gloomy, but winter will soon turn to spring. I can feel it already; it's there. Waiting.
Fred Hutch is hiding behind the white building that harbors the Museum of History and Industry. Not far now. But before getting there, I must pass the Center for Wooden Boats.
And dream some more.
Just imagine how lovely this walk is going to be in a few months' time. A treat, every morning!