drama in the drive

you see it only takes a few things to make me happy. A constant change... and a comfortable resting place. Like the constant change in the weather here in portland. I woke to dark grayness, wind crashing through the oaks and cherry in the back yard, rain pounding the roof and cats knocking the avocados off the kitchen counters. Bad cats!

getting ready consisted of throwing on dark clothing, dragging a brush through this auburn/copper mess of mine and one over the teeth. And heading out the door with rockstar in hand because really who needs a nice balanced breakfast. The journey to work was brilliant. Dark bluey/purplish clouds, heavy rain and then breaks into glorious skyscapes, if gloaming can happen in the morning, it did! Amazing orangy brightness making the thrashing trees glow a deep green across the strange colorful sky. these things-this weather-make me feel kind of vibrating/humming electric and ridiculously smiley.

The fog is rolling down over the west hills as I sit in my office, the wind is tossing leaves all over and the updrafts against this building are throwing them into my window. It's beautiful... even here when I'm at work... beautiful. I think sparks should fly today from my eyes and I'll float around like I'm in love, which I am. and all the stupid things I write about on a daily basis will hit the pavement for a season or two, hopefully! This weather usually creates a poetry I like to live in.