Snowfall in Seattle is rare.  This night I walked all over Queen Anne in the bright quiet.  As the snow coats the world the air glows with the light of street lamps and porch lights.  All sound is muffled.  Sometime around 1 am I came across this doorway and knew I'd found my shot for the night.  For me this is a place where tales happen.  If you pass through, you will emerge different, wiser.