I woke up this morning to the smells and feels of Portland rain. I heard rumor of rain, but didn't think Portland received rain in August. Then again this last winter was supposedly drier than normal. It's all out of whack I guess. I don't care I am thankful for the rain.
It made me get up, make breakfast, a cup of coffee, and I'm in productive mode already. I've made many do list for days now, but haven't felt like doing any of them but this grey and the smell of moisture in the air makes me so excited!
I say rain, but it's more a steady mist of sorts. So when I look at I look at a potential new living space the main thing I do is imagine what it would look like on a rainy day from said location. I actually got lost in the convenient location of this place and the deadline to move in that I forgot to think those thoughts. But this place is going to be just right; I just need some living room furniture. Probably just a small couch, my "old man chair" and a coffee table.
I feel like I need to share this joy with whomever decides to read these things. I'm not really thinking too much; just typing. More thinking about the people I need to email back after I finish this blog, the books I want to read, and that I hope the sun stays away for at least a few more hours.
The grey helps me reflect. The grey keeps me sane. Thank you Portland rain.