A few weeks ago, we had several good soaking rains in a row. I took the kids to the Tempe Festival of the Arts and with the rain and the cool breeze, it reminded me of Portland's Saturday Market which is held under the Burnside Bridge in Portland, Oregon.
I got so nostalgic, I felt a little weepy. It was silly. I haven't lived in Portland since 1988, and haven't even visited since 1995. But I loved Portland. The weather, the people, the trees and green. The mountains, rivers, waterfalls, beaches. I'm sure it's changed, everything does. I'm sure I romanticize it. But it was a lovely place to live. A lovely place to hope to live again. But until then, my one wish for the coming year is for more soaking rains to remind me.
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