The rainy season has most clearly descended upon us. I can hear the rain pitter pattering outside as I type. It is a comforting sound and I use it as an excuse to indulge in hot beverages and baked goods with great frequency. That being said, I am thrilled when we have a stretch of dry days, especially when they include sunshine. I was discussing this with a friend last week and we both agreed that such days feel like blessings once the rainy season has begun. And blessings should never be ignored.
And so it was that we had a less-than-spectacular-but-still-dry day last week that begged for us to get out while we could, to look at ducks.
We called it "a lovely morning". Yes, shake that head of yours. We Portlanders are a strange breed.