Aaaaah, Portland!

A walk turned into a layabout when I reached Alberta Park, a few blocks from the house. Grass brilliant chlorophyll-green, soft, and cool. Air cool in the shade and softer than clouds. Stretched out under a large, splayed sycamore tree, I watched leaves tremble while maybe an hour passed. Why somebody like me has spent so many years in Phoenix is a mystery. Even grassy parks are spiky, never mind the natural landscape. I feel myself coming to life here, smiling more, relaxing and breathing (despite the remnants of a cold) more freely.