The world is wet, and cold. I love it, and want to sit at the window and watch the wind bend the trees. We can see the river, and across it lays another state. The humidity is thick and pressing on me.
Native Portlanders walk without the covering and protection of an umbrella, and revel in the wetness. I clutch the handle of mine, hoping the wind won't rip it from my grasp Grungy denim and scrunchy boots, along with a beanie knit hat seem to be the uniform de jour and one looks out of place with a trench coat and mittens.
It is an alien place, for someone from the desert. Although my corner of desert has seasons of spring, summer, fall, and winter. The trees seem to hum a song of life, and the leaves, slowly turning mild colors of fall, glisten in the rain.
I take a deep breath and smell the crispness of a Northwest Autumn and feel blessed to be here.
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5 Lovely Scribbles to Me:
I live in Portland and it's the best place on earth to me! Oh I love the rain and moss covered everything! It makes me feel like I've walked onto a movie set every time I walk out the door. Hope you have a wonderful visit!
It sounds beautiful, though I much prefer sunshine to rain.
Yeah! You got there safe and sound! Now off to those blasted work meetings so you cans ee your brother...
Originally from Phoenix, so i must admit i'm not the best at these colder winters. This morning was rain, but now when i look out the window, the world is white. I'm good with it as long as i stay warm. Give me a few months of this though, and i'm gonna be sun-starved.
you write beautifully, by the way.
Lovely post, I can feel the fog and rain on my face while reading this...
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