Portland is my favorite city in the Northwest. I love the food, and the style, and the rain, and the consciousness. I love the Max, and the markets, and the devotion to kickass caps, and androgynous girls.
Over this long weekend, I envied the bike lanes, and bike racks, and the flat, wide streets, and the vegetarian food, and the bridges. I kept thinking those final lines in Rilke’s poem: “…For here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.”
It’s a small thing, really, isn’t it? The determination to cycle more often. To tool around on my bike the way that I used to. Grocery shopping, errands, commutes to the office. To ride a bike the way a kid does. To remember the pleasure of sunlight through the leaves, and water on the street, and the pump of my legs.