The mist kisses my face as I board the 8:45 AM ferry, a sure sign that fall is knocking and summer doesn’t want to answer. Push off from the dock, the fog horn blows. Sailing into the gray the Seattle skyline emerges, my Americano almost gone now lukewarm. I lower the volume of my audiobook as the captain makes an announcement for drivers to “return to their cars.” I gather my things steel myself for a morning in the city. I look forward to the ferry ride back to the rock.