A wave of light broke through the rain and the world looked like this. Sun vs. impending doom, and I was on the sun's side, for an hour anyway.
This is one of the things I like most about Portland. The light and the texture of the sky are always changing. The rain moves in and out like a mood, the colors saturate and mute and gleam accordingly, no one carries an umbrella. I wish this picture could catch the candy-pink cherry blossoms down the block but you will just have to picture them there against the velvety gray sky.
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