The air against my face reminded me of my visits to this city as a kid. Long before I moved here... when if you would have said that I would eventually live here, I would have laughed with enthusiasm and thought you were a fool.
Just as then, as once was a child, my thought this morning was only how much I wanted to go home. This morning, unfortunately, I already was.
I know nothing about Portland, Oregon but that's where my thought led to. You were in my thoughts too. What is it about your aura... your fire? So creative. So overwhelmingly intoxicating. Too beautiful to not be poisonous. How you make me feel with such incredibly little influence frightens me... I think I like being scared though or otherwise I would just quit looking.
