This week it became very clear that summer is beginning to show signs of transition into a wholly different season. That's fall. Here, that's rain.
Last month I could rise at 5:15 and it would already be light outside, beckoning me to go on a run before work. Today, I rise at 6:20 and find the exact same light levels. Why does the peak of summer pass by so quickly, while the build up and let down seem to hang around forever?
This weekend is Labor Day weekend. The last hurrah before the school year begins. Next week I have to face the fact I will share the bus with teenagers again. It's been a really nice, calm last 3 months. The bus always has room and there's not a soul wearing Uggs. Sadly, just like summer's morning light, these fleeting days of figure flattering footwear will cease to exist.
This weekend my old classmate JP comes to visit. The last few months I have been very fortunate with amazing visitors coming to see Portland in its summertime glory, whether it be for pleasure or business, or a bit of both.
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