Read around and you'll find that there's no other city whose bloggers write about its weather more than Portland's. Funny. It's not that I hate the dark rain and love the shine; rather the contrary, I actually appreciate them both, the same. I've learned that the clouds make me notice, thus love, the sun more and vice versa (just not quite aaaas much).
I
do love the sun. so much. The two of us go together so well. We brushed hands as it came through my studio window this morning and I got that feeling. You know what I'm talking about...the feeling you get when your hand accidentally (yeah right), barely passes by the hand of that fella or gal you've had your eyes on for weeks. It sends a rush through your body---a tingle straight to your core. For the remainder of the day there is NOTHING else you can think about. It's giving me chills as I write. The sun's flirt was so immediate, yet subtle and coy, that I simply
had to know more. There was no choice; I abandoned my piles of work for a moment to go on a sun day walk.
One of my most favorite things to do in this city, is walk. I fell in love almost instantly, trying not to delve in too deep, too soon. I wanted to appreciate the slow moments that lay before me.
I forget just how much joy it brings to my life. Sometimes I will intend to take the bus or the streetcar and purposefully, almost sneakily, skip the ride---as if I'm going on a forbidden date with the streets of Portland.
Today, I was so grateful that I could blow over work for a short tryst with something beautiful: Portland in the Sun---with me.
Grass Roots
This is my favorite image from today.
