Evening downpour

Awww, as it suddenly rains and rains after so many nice days, as I sit on the porch and smell that new-rain-on-dry-dirt smell, as I hear the drops, a different sound for each fallen-upon substrate (fig leaf, driveway, rose buds, fading camelia flowers, earthen pot, metallic gutter… on and on the different notes of rain) — as I sit here on the porch and take it all in, I just want to smile and smile and smile, wrap it all around me, all the nice days, all the rain, all the time outside, all the time in my blanket on the porch, all the time in this little house — 13 years, now! — all this time in Portland, my friends, my community, my life.

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It’s a crazy current world, yes, but a good life, this.

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