Loving Portland:)

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You know what’s great? Biking through the Portland almost-summer evenings that feel like they last forever: not hot but not cold, bare legs, breathing hard, feeling strong, staying up too late but tricked into it, always, by how long it stays light.

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Seeing the sky turn a million colors, the buildings of downtown Portland reflecting crazy pinks and oranges; a heron’s squawk as it flies away from the river’s edge; a stranger’s smile as you glide by each other in the gloaming, whooshes of bicycle tires and maybe the ding of a friendly bike bell.

People, people: walking, riding, gardening, shooting hoops, tossing footballs in the street, sitting on their porches with beer or barbecuing with friends or playing guitar in their front yard, people out doing a million different things, being present to the world and to each other.

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Blueberries in a bike trailer. New plants in the garden. Neighbors and wind chimes.

Osprey calls along the Columbia River Slough; western grebes in the Columbia River so far below, finches and sparrow and nuthatch and, yes, crows and jays seasoning the sounds of my world; rabbits hopping across the path; pea flowers glowing along the sides. Slime molds and spring mushrooms and slugs and a million runs around and around and around the trails of Mt Tabor.

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It’s hard not to be in love with life when it’s springtime and summer in Portland and you spend your time on a bicycle and the world is such a beautiful place.

2 Comments:

  1. Tu devrais publier un livre! C’est superbe, ce que tu écris ici. :-) Tu crées une humeur, simplement, qui fait sourire. Tout le monde apprécie cela!

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