Days start off in darkness for me. Silence except for the slow lapping of small waves against boat hulls and floating docks greet me every day. The purr of the cat and his mewing are an insistent demand on my attention. I awake slowly and dress for the short walk to the job where I get to see the morning sky wake through the window.
The days I get off are a blessing. I get to sleep in until the sky lightens up. The clouds are a near constant blanket covering the river during this mild winter. The clouds lower themselves into fog banks on the hills lining the Columbia obscuring the far end of the bridge to Washington on the other side. Some days the sun breaks through the clouds and briefly interrupts the rain. Those are the glorious ones. The bright crisp chilly days where sitting in front of a huge picture window sipping warm coffee at the nearby cafe is a wonderful luxury.
Most of the time is damp like one would expect from the Pacific Northwest. I was born in this state, but spent most of my life in the desert. I grew up blissfully unaware of true cold or wet weather. Now back in the place of my birth my Oregonian cells seem to vaguely remember their origin as I soak up all the moisture I had missed over the past 40 years. One would think the constant grayness would be oppressive to my desert heart, but I have come to appreciate the source of the beauty around me. Without this rain and mist, there would not be all the great old pines that sustain this region, the ferns that line the hills wouldn’t be, and all the beautiful wildlife that still wanders the hills in spite of development wouldn’t be either.
So I brave the cold rains and think of my future. I remind myself that my life will be on constant waters. I will always be on an ocean or sea or in a bay or harbor. This is my life now. I am looking forward to all that is to come!
Thanks for reading!