I was sitting on Ladd’s addition in one of those circles of blooming roses, smelling the wet pavement and the green grass. when the skies were a consistent shade of gray and another sporadic down pour rolled by. I got soaked, sitting in the rain and cried all over again for the infinite beauty of it all.

as much as I love montana and can’t wait to be back, I feel like portland is my home. I think nothing of being here, but I actually love every bit of this city.