A yearning.

Portland encountered an unusual taste of spring last week, with temperatures in the 60's, bright, blue skies, and a beautiful, nurturing sun shine. People woke up from their winter hibernation and waltzed around, shedding off their winter coats. Smiles were not hard to find as an unyielding cloud of joy wafted through open doors, open windows, around fences, through car vents -which is to say that no one was left untouched. Individuals turned to their estranged neighbors and greeted them with a wave and a hearty, hello! During this blessing of a week, cherry blossoms began to bloom, flowers and plants started to poke out of their seeds, reaching up towards the sky, bathing in the Sun's effervescent rays.

Excuse me while I cut this short.

Portland encountered a very unusual taste of happiness last week.. But we should have known, we did know, that it would not last. We close our curtains once more to ward off the thick gray that looms over the city. We've wrapped ourselves up in our personal cocoons, once more, our neighbors remain just strange faces in the distance.

I wait patiently by my window for you again, Sun...
My face shall be the first face to greet you with a smile, when you return.