July 2008
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Oh yes.
Its true: Wintertime in Portland, Ore. is a mostly gray and rainy affair, dashed only occasionally with extended patches of blue sky. It can bring you down if you let it. Things are slower, more mellow.
Nevertheless, and for a variety of reasons, I found myself to be pretty happy this past winter and spring.
Then the sun came out.
Week after week, mini-adventure after mini-adventure and bike...
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Oh no.
I was at work today, driving along, making my stops when a network of interconnected thoughts came to me all at once.
I became suddenly overwhelmed and nearly just slammed on the breaks to sort my thinking out.
What filled my head was…gratitude, I guess. But it was more shocking, more primal, and without relation to any words I know. I actually thought for a moment that something might...
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I forgot.
I’ve got to get my hands on a camera. So much was missed this weekend.
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Portland
Walking back from the Horse Brass with the roommates last amid a cloud of second hand smoke and cracks in the sidewalk, the conversation still rolling, Natalie says, "When I was little I wanted to be an astronomer."
I say, "I wanted to be an astronaut," to which she replies, "We would have still been friends!"
Pete wanted to be a cop. Damian wanted to be a sailor. We all start to walk into the convenience store.
Natalie takes a look at the potted plants still out for sale, though its 10pm. She says, "OOOoooOO!"
I say, "You shut your mouth," to which Pete replies, "You better run!"
Natalie swings at me, but misses and I run home.
I love this place.