說西雅圖 (一)
本來希望以西雅圖的雨開啟回憶，但最後我的心沒有因此而躍動。我反問自己：西雅圖離我有多遠？香港和西雅圖相隔10428公里，但在夢中，它永遠觸手可及。
回來之後，我常常以為當自己打開雙眼就會面對白花花的天花板，我會在左面下床，開電腦，就轉右上廁所梳洗……當然，張開了眼，天花板的是有花的牆紙，身上沾了一身汗，渾身的不舒服。
一早從溫暖的被窩中不甘不願的起來，窗邊是一貫的矇矓一片，不同的只是大雨小雨還是沒有雨，但無論如何，我還是穿上藍色的Gortex風衣出門，與一眾Northface, REI, 和各式不同的風衣一起排隊，踏上擠湧的公車，順著車潮到downtown 上班去。等到下班的時候，天已經全黑了。街上行人都歸心似箭，希望I-5和I-90的Express Lane有片刻的暢通。從早到晚，冬天的天空都是灰色的。面對日復一日的灰，心真的會灰起來。就像在聽secret garden 那些憂傷欲絕的歌，傷心得要死。
西雅圖人有他們面對每年一次彩色和灰暗的循環的的生活哲學 – 聞名世界的咖啡，各種 party，甚至摒棄他們的雨傘，直接面對讓人納悶的風雨。短袖汗衫加一件防風防水保暖透氣的上好風衣成為在西城遊走的基本裝束，在外面的風雨中任由雨水沾濕臉頰，在暖氣間把風衣一脫，倒給人外面天氣晴朗的錯覺，好想衝出外面擁抱久違的陽光。當然現實裏，大家都還是穿過濕澀的空氣，在上班前打開公司旁邊的Starbuck大門，把私家咖啡杯遞到台前，然後各自在咖啡因的影響中抖擻精神埋首工作。
風衣，咖啡，沾濕的頭。我們都是靠著它們渡過灰暗的日子，等待天邊一線陽光。
沒有風雨，怎會珍惜陽光？
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p.s. 想法在腦中發臭了幾個月才排出來，看起來似是亂寫一通的流水賬，但總算開了頭啦。希望之後可以寫得好一點吧……
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September 14th, 2009 at 12:31 am
終於下筆了麼?…
你可以寫再仔細點的。我在期待。
September 21st, 2009 at 12:20 pm
green,
just got back from US, jetlagging still.
nice to see u write again.
what are u up to? still in hk? back to seatle?
September 22nd, 2009 at 2:06 am
塞米：太久沒下筆了，而且對於西雅圖也越來越模糊。我也希望自己能夠仔細的給大家看自己的回憶。
sis: Welcome back sis. Long time haven’t seen you too. You know what, geocities is closing its web hosting service. I thought that I’ll never see you write too. I am still in hk and working on the same job. I am now on shift 12hrs a day sometime, so I am also suffering from jetlag every 2 weeks…
September 23rd, 2009 at 4:31 am
hey green,
hope the opposite of what you say will be true. I am quitting my job soonn and give myself some serious time to write and paint. how / where / what exactly am I to pursue this I don’t have a very concrete plan. but I would love to end my work in HK in early Jan, move somewhere, focus on writing and painting (hopefully can make it a life career) and to support me, you need to buy a book of mine and keep reading me.
=) take good care green. one of these days we gotta do the coffee thingy again. last time it was a little awkward. will u move back to seatle soon?
blessings,
dora
September 25th, 2009 at 1:45 am
sis, awkward is that we haven’t met each other before but trying to open ourselves to others, sounds like asking myself to have a best stroke to begin a painting. We all knew each other from words, so I was kinda shy to meet a new old friend in the real world. That’s how we break the wall of virtual and make things real. And I am glad that you can always break this wall later on when you paint out an image in your brain and write out your thought.
Seattle is my dream. It will always be my homeland, however I don’t think I will move back unless God send me back there. At that time, I will be back with my family.
My heart and my sense of being was still staying in this lovely city. They never get away. They are still calling me home.