Rain. Sun. Spring. Portland.
I am deeply, madly in love with this moment, with this place, with the people in it and the hope they create.
I know this is my true home. I know, because a simple sunbreak, standing on MLK Blvd, makes my heart swell with joy and love for a place, for a name on a map. A name that is more than the sum of its letters, much like the place is more than the sum of its residents.
Portland. A place full of possibilities.
I love this place.
that liquid sunshine… that beautiful sense of pride for this place. It’s one of the reasons I stayed here. I love Portland too.
The randomness of Portland spring is fun.
You can have that sunbreak on MLK, while one block over on Grand Avenue it’s pouring with rain