One third of a year, an entire season and then some... May to September

yadda yadda.... The point is: I've been back in Oregon four months now and I can honestly say I don't regret the move one bit. I'm seeing through clearer eyes than six years ago and am not the restless, hopeless, empty bottle I was then either. (Not completely vehemently, anyway. )

With a sunset view like this everyday...  How could today be anything but blessed and how could tonight be anything but unpredictable? And how could tomorrow be anything but welcome?