Madeleines

This is one of those days. Where the air has cooled off a bit from the rain the day before, and is wet with the leaves and tree seeds soaking in the puddles. Where the sun is just there without trying to persuade you. Leaves talk to you in the breeze, "Yes, we're here". The world is open and packed with abundant possibilities you don't even have to go looking for. It's all coming toward you. A river runs through it steadily and firmly. The breath has a special freedom and expanse. The smell of first coming to Portland. I could walk with it to no end.