i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
6:33 PM: it's beginning to look a lot like christmas...
snow! snow! snow! there's nothing makes make me more immediately joyful as I scramble to find a coat and shoes and scamper out onto the sidewalk. everything feels like it's dancing. and when it doesn't accumulate, it feels even more precious, a small burst of magic that you alone may have noticed. this afternoon the flakes were huge and soft, but the flurry was short, and soon we even had blue sky.
tonight it's going to stick, though: i was on my way to see michaelmas when i realized if i didn't turn around, i wouldn't be able to get up the hill back home. it was already very slick and one of trixie's major bumps was caused by sliding down the hill into a mailbox. so when i reached the last intersection before turning up the hill, i saw a large truck slide backwards through the intersection. i pulsed trixie gently but firmly up the hill, with just one moment when turning onto our street where i worried she might not make it, but then she pulled through. whew!