One of the most beautiful things in Portland is the almost daily view of the mountains nearby, especially of Mt. Hood. On a cold sunny morning, the mountain stands over the city like a guardian angel. If an angel can ever be as completely grounded as a mountain.
I have never liked living without mountains around me. I find them comforting. The plains are beautiful, but I feel too exposed there. They have a beauty of their own, but for me they are places to visit, not places to live. I grew up at the end of the Willamette Valley, with mountains all around. Protective shields that kept me from harm.
When the mountains are hidden, I miss them. When they are visible, I love hearing how we all talk about it. I love the expression we use: the mountains are out today.
Like they ever go in.
You don’t always know if people will be there.
You don’t always know if things will be there
The mountains will be there for as close to forever as we need them to be.
Sometimes they are changed radically, but they stay.
Blog cut short due to merriment.
I hope Mt. Hood doesn’t hold a grudge.
She deserves better.