Today

I caught the sunset today from the St. John's bridge - my favorite of Portland's ten that cross the Willamette. I was driving west, which means I had left the town of St. John behind and was driving into a mountain of evergreen, with the sun behind it and streaks of pink stretching out towards me. The sight slowed me down and found myself with my mouth open, just gaping at it.
The bridge itself is so high above the river I always cross it with a sense of wonder; I feel like I'm momentarily in a story, making my way across a green bridge through the clouds.

 Looking East
(This is someone else's photo of bridge at the end of the day - but apropos to my post tonight.)

Looking West

Oh, the Pacific North West, you slay me sometimes.
There are moments when I look around me and ask, "Do I really get to live here? For real?"