Beauty balanced upon a perch all it's own

This screams Washingtonian state,
bomber flight jacket/aviator sunglasses street style that i'd love to stumble through,  
cliffs i'd love to stumble off.  
 
life is damp, bare, and earthy rich in hues, tones, tyco r/c race cars from childhood;  
the constant rain is the cleanse we'd never know we were searching for.  
 
a muddy parking lot puddle left behind in the wake of adventure.  
more than a place, it was a state of mind  
manipulating everything that was me.  
 
we rust.