I love Portland, Part 4

I walked home yesterday down Ash Street, through the early evening gray. The air was crisp and cool. My arms were goosebumped, but my chest was warm (layering at work). The drizzle was strong enough to feel, but too weak to soak, even given 40 minutes.

Being away for so many years, I had forgotten how much I missed weather like that.

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