[Seattleite Diary] Above the Space Needle

I like the word “privilege.”
Coming here was a privilege in my life.

Thank you.

 

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We’re rising—higher and higher—until the city below turns into a pattern of lights.
The air grows thinner, colder, clearer. For a moment, everything feels suspended—time, thought, even gravity itself.

 

We're rising!!!

 

 

After buying a mug, a hoodie, and a fridge magnet at the souvenir shop, we came straight up here.

 

 

 

As we chatted away at the top, the sun was already setting before we knew it.

 

 

Now, standing at the top of the Space Needle, I realize it isn’t just the height that makes this moment special.

 

 

 

 

It’s the quiet awe of being somewhere you once only imagined.

A small reminder that sometimes, the view itself is the reward.

 

 

The floor was literally moving — it was turning beneath us.