Slanting rays
26/8/09 13:58![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkemeraldsI was having lunch a bit ago up on Broadway. I was sitting at the window table, in the sun, thinking, "It's a gorgeous day in Portland. What's making me feel so sad?"
Apart from the passing of the last Kennedy (a poignant thing to someone whose earliest memories have to do with the passing of the first one), I think it's the same thing that makes it a gorgeous day in Portland: the slant of the light.
It comes in low and yellow, and it makes rich, dark shadows. The sycamores are still covered with leaves, so there's a wonderful dappling effect. It feels like Back to School, and plaid shirts, and though the air isn't chilly, it was last night and it will be again tonight.
In my mind, I'm always happy to see summer go. But my body chemistry seems to have a different idea this year.
Apart from the passing of the last Kennedy (a poignant thing to someone whose earliest memories have to do with the passing of the first one), I think it's the same thing that makes it a gorgeous day in Portland: the slant of the light.
It comes in low and yellow, and it makes rich, dark shadows. The sycamores are still covered with leaves, so there's a wonderful dappling effect. It feels like Back to School, and plaid shirts, and though the air isn't chilly, it was last night and it will be again tonight.
In my mind, I'm always happy to see summer go. But my body chemistry seems to have a different idea this year.