There is nothing quite so lovely as a town of walkers. Into the evening the intimate parts of NW Portland becomes lit up and businesses stay open until 9pm or later. The city market is a favorite of mine.
I am searching for a fire in my heart. I know it’s there. But I can’t see it. It is like a smoldering heat. But I want to stir it up. I want to pulse with a burning desire. A fire of the spirit.