It’s full on Spring in Portland, Oregon.
There are layers on layers of green. the flowers are blooming. Pinks and whites, blues, and purples, yellows!
life is a strange thing. it keeps moving on and on. we do our best to pay our rent. we do our jobs, we have fun, we run, we laugh, we fall, and we rise. again and again.
the beauty of it is being concious of the movements. the way a newly worn shoe rubs against an ankle. The way the misty rain sounds on newly blossmed tree leaves. the way the stomach moves in and out as we breathe each breath.
the sky is blank today and that’s okay. the misty rain is nice.
Say hello to someone you don’t know. It’s going to be alright.