claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
this morning graced me with my favorite weather…misty, in the upper 50s, no wind. i was stunned by how our trees still look like winter…but don’t look away, green life is coming, i know.
6:45 in that early morning light hidden by the blanket of clouds made the green that was there seem extreme…extreme green…
i grabbed my coffee, went to the porch and watched people more awake than i get on with their day…i wonder where they are going. i wonder if they are settled. i wonder if they ate. i wonder if they are hopeful. and i long for them to know all those things.
the sound of birds calling and cars on water, the smell of rain and exhaust, the feeling of warm in my hands and the near prickle of rain on my arms…a morning broken well.
is it like this every day in portland?