Thursday, October 8, 2015

Back Before I Knew Myself Now

Sweet rose petals falling on the inexpensive sidewalks of NW 20th and cats on night prowls would stop to purr at your feet when you walked back after a show. There was always someone somewhere who had just taken a piss and spilled a beer, so both smells were in perfectly equal parts when crossing specific sections of W Burnside. Nobody bothered me much, but I still walked quickly. I miss cold grey fall mornings where I could not keep enough pot or coffee or unread books in my apartment.

I have children, a husband, and a house, and live in the high desert, but those moments in Portland I really do miss so much. 💜