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Mid-December
Dec. 15th, 2011 11:51 pmAnd it's still 50 degrees out, at 11:30 at night. Pffft.
Beautiful night for a walk, though.
Took pictures for the local dance company's Holiday show, The Nutcracker Burlesque. Was pretty darn good. Packed up my kit and loaded it into Rosie, and something stopped me from getting in right away. Maybe it was the warm December night, the wind, the shifting clouds, the waning moon... I needed to take a walk in Portland. I locked the door and turned toward the ocean.
Was a beautiful night for a walk. The misty rain that made today gray and soggy and miserable was finally ended, and there was just enough breeze to keep things crisp. Wasn't a long walk. Just enough to clear my head, or something. I think I ended up on Fore street, headed towards downtown. There were Christmas lights on peoples shrubs outside, and I could see lit trees through front room windows. Seagulls called; they were circling over something. There were a few strings of white lights on some of the boats moored in the harbor. The wind shifted, and I smelled hops from the Shipyard brewery... a familiar scent, from Anheuser Busch back home...
Turned around, headed back up the hill and to my car... The clouds were shifting and clearing, and I looked up at the right time to see one perfect, bright, long meteor streak through the sky. Ah. That's why I needed to take a walk. OK.
Head cleared. Not sure what was in it or if it's actually gone. But I feel better. Sometimes I do miss Portland. Not often, but it's the more quiet moments. Walking the blocks and blocks back to the apartment in a snowstorm, when all the city was quiet and still, before the plows came by and ruined everything... Spending some time just staring at the sea... I almost like nighttime Portland better than daytime, sometimes...
Beautiful night for a walk, though.
Took pictures for the local dance company's Holiday show, The Nutcracker Burlesque. Was pretty darn good. Packed up my kit and loaded it into Rosie, and something stopped me from getting in right away. Maybe it was the warm December night, the wind, the shifting clouds, the waning moon... I needed to take a walk in Portland. I locked the door and turned toward the ocean.
Was a beautiful night for a walk. The misty rain that made today gray and soggy and miserable was finally ended, and there was just enough breeze to keep things crisp. Wasn't a long walk. Just enough to clear my head, or something. I think I ended up on Fore street, headed towards downtown. There were Christmas lights on peoples shrubs outside, and I could see lit trees through front room windows. Seagulls called; they were circling over something. There were a few strings of white lights on some of the boats moored in the harbor. The wind shifted, and I smelled hops from the Shipyard brewery... a familiar scent, from Anheuser Busch back home...
Turned around, headed back up the hill and to my car... The clouds were shifting and clearing, and I looked up at the right time to see one perfect, bright, long meteor streak through the sky. Ah. That's why I needed to take a walk. OK.
Head cleared. Not sure what was in it or if it's actually gone. But I feel better. Sometimes I do miss Portland. Not often, but it's the more quiet moments. Walking the blocks and blocks back to the apartment in a snowstorm, when all the city was quiet and still, before the plows came by and ruined everything... Spending some time just staring at the sea... I almost like nighttime Portland better than daytime, sometimes...
