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</div></div><br/><br/>Seattle, Washington, was dubbed the<i>"Emerald City"</i>for its seemingly endless supply of rain that fell from the sky nearly 220 days a year. All that water resulted in the constant growth of millions of massive Douglas Fir trees that dotted the mountainous landscape of the Puget Sound and the Seattle metropolitan area. The giant trees were so common in the Pacific Northwest that Seattleites forgot just how unusual it might seem to visitors to see millions of monster trees all clustered together around them.<br/><br/>On days when the rain finally stopped and the low clouds burned off, it was an excellent opportunity for<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F77%2Fbe%2F4f%2F77be4f40da873e9d77a40cc8a675d2a0.jpg&amp;hash=f409f8b2cc03cf930d28d1b72dfacef2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/77/be/4f/77be4f40da873e9d77a40cc8a675d2a0.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ever Kasala</a>to leave the two bedroom, two bath duplex he lived in, to do some grocery shopping at the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmetropolitan-market.com%2Fhome.php&amp;hash=fb9fa15fc7b57f22d6328d77a0117f43" href="http://metropolitan-market.com/home.php" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Metropolitan Market</a>on Mercer Street in order to restock his fridge. Ever had been named a Principal danseur at the Pacific Northwest Ballet Company, and had recently moved out of his parents humble nest, a four bedroom contemporary in the Fremont District, into his own place.<br/><br/>Even though less than two miles separated him from his family, Ever sort of missed the noisy atmosphere and the energetic banter of his parents, Saraya and Sorrel Kasala, his baby sister Ladybug, and older brother Moon, who was home from U of Oregon for the weekend. Their baby naming skills bordered on eclectic, if not unconventional. Twenty-four year old Everest True, was named after Mount Everest, the tallest mountain in the world and a mountain that his father successfully climbed when he was in his twenties.<br/><br/>In case their son forgot his name in the near future, all the memorabilia from his father's ascent was on display in their home, which was more sentimental than museum. There was no vanilla simplicity about the decor in his childhood home. Colorful bohemian had been captured and exposed. Compared to the boring dove gray walls that surrounded Ever in his duplex, its simplicity was something he knew would have to be jazzed up whenever he had the opportunity to hit the thrift shops with his Mom and little sister, who were pros at decorating.<br/><br/>As traditionally inclined as their nuclear family dynamics appeared from the outside, the Kasala family was totally unorthodox. As a young boy, Ever's life consisted of homeschooling at his own pace, being allowed to wear any color he wanted, even if it was considered a "girls" color. There was no such thing as gender roles in the Kasala home. Ever had been selected to attend Pacific Northwest Ballet School as a full-time student during an open audition at age nine, because it was deemed necessary to help Ever to achieve his dreams of becoming a danseur.<br/><br/>Ever's long hair would have remained past his shoulders, and he'd probably be mistaken for a girl which happened a lot when he was younger. Ever was definitely all boy, and every last ounce of masculine energy was vented towards ballet at an early age. Sorrel and Saraya encouraged their children's gifts and special abilities to germinate and blossom, keeping them well watered and well-fertilized by the non-GMO, pesticide and herbicide free organic food Saraya lovingly cooked every single day of Ever's life in the family kitchen.<br/><br/>A healthy lifestyle was something of great importance that Ever adopted from his parents, both his father and mother teaching him well that cooking should be a pleasure to his body as well as necessary for sustenance. Their philosophy was whatever he put in his body, his body would become. If Ever ate junk, then his body would suffer the effects of whatever junk he ate. The words of warning never came to pass though, Ever never really became sick and never had a single cavity in his entire life.<br/><br/>He pulled his turquoise<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.treehugger.com%2Fassets%2Fimages%2F2015%2F10%2Fused-nissan-leaf.jpg.662x0_q70_crop-scale.jpg&amp;hash=287c1ac87c53282ac64476d3fba74fe1" href="https://media.treehugger.com/assets/images/2015/10/used-nissan-leaf.jpg.662x0_q70_crop-scale.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nissan Leaf</a>into the Metropolitan Supermarket's parking lot, and shifted his car into park, briefly ruminating over the list of items he needed to buy written on a piece scrap paper before he exited the car. It went without saying that Saraya and Sorrel had raised three gorgeous kids, but Ever, their middle child was extremely good looking. He could be a little shy when it came to meeting people for the first time, but after an initial awkwardness Ever was a warm friend, a friendly source of fun and good times.<br/><br/>Ever was also fortunate to have had such a supportive family, because he'd come out of the closet last year. Even though he had no steady relationship, friends still tried to hook him up and his family always asked<i>when?</i><br/><br/>Ever always gave the same answer.<b> "Ballet is my boyfriend. Let me master the dance before I settle on Mr. Right."</b><br/><br/>Inside the supermarket, Ever lowered the hood of his rain jacket, and brushed the rain off the inky curl of his bangs before collecting a cart from the corral and heading for the produce section. What he liked best about shopping at this supermarket was their upscale quality food items and the rarity of the fruits and vegetables they sold that he couldn't find elsewhere. Pulling his list from the pocket of his jeans, the lithe danseur hovered next to his shopping cart between the apples and oranges on display, delicately running his hand over the surface of a blood orange, wondering if it were as juicy inside as the picture above the display depicted.