The Forest Ranger rarely came into town. For him a skyscraper was giant redwood, or even a giant sequoia in these parts of the Pacific North West. As he walked through the concrete jungle of Seattle, he came upon the famous Space Needle. It was impressive, he thought, stretching his long neck up to see the top. It almost appeared to pierce the dark low hanging clouds. He paid the fare and rode the elevator to the top and wandered the full circumference, along with the other tourists snapping pictures taking selfies. He never carried a camera, and had rarely used his cell phone. The sun broke through and beat down on his tan face, spreading  over the entire vista of Seattle. Suddenly, he saw Mt. Rainier in the distance, across the endless array of storefronts. He noticed a gull steal away with a piece of sourdough bread, then a man wearing gumboots walked past with his young daughter carrying a lone Periwinkle.