Dear Gas Works,
It's me, one of your many thousands of visitors a day. You probably don't know me too well, but I have admired you for quite some time. Maybe you've seen me stroll in donning baggy black sweatpants and a worn out "Huskies" shirt and thought, "Oh, she's just like the rest of them. Admiring me one day and abandoning me the next." I promise you I am so far from that.
Did you know that sometimes I sit in my room and think of you? You have become one of my happy places and I wish, whilst sitting in my room buried in books and notecards and study guides, that I could just drop everything and run (or fast walk) to you. It's not only about your looks, either... well... maybe a little.
Do you know how cool it is that you have kept your history all these years? Your gasification plant remains for all to see, leaving a permanent imprint on the city. I heard you were voted the strangest parks in Seattle and most likely one of the strangest around the nation, but don't let that get you down. Your uniqueness is what creates your biggest appeal, and keeps me (and others) coming back day by day. Not to mention, you invite each of your visitors to view an even larger, more magnificent part of you in a way that only you can do.
Thank you for being a close escape for the monotonous college student schedule, a Seattleites workday, or a family that just wants to get out. Even these words cannot describe how much I appreciate you...
Love,
Megan
PS: I will see you soon!