The alluring sunshine gleaming upon the city enticed me from the views on my deck, down the hill and to Portland’s waterfront. The north end is lined with cherry trees coming into their peak as fluffy cherry blossoms create tunnels of pink. I wanted to be encased in their beauty.
Go down now, I thought; go while the sun is out. Feeling the call to find things I love about Portland, I thought walking the cherry blossom lined waterfront would fill me with the joy of simple pleasures found in this city. Perhaps a walk among the trees and the sunshine warming my skin would lift my spirits on an overall dreary weekend thus far.
It has been a good long time since I have felt my love for this city. Returning from a wonderful trip to North and South Carolina did not bring a new appreciation for Portland. I find it even more detestable. I wanted some simple reminders like cherry blossoms, the portrait of beauty for so many Portland neighborhoods.
I had an easy drive down the hills toward the waterfront. Positive attitude, camera and creativity were primed to be impressed only to be confronted by the endless battles for street parking. Where every minute matters on days with Portland’s precarious weather, I tested out my North Carolina learned aggressive driving skills to score a spot close to my destination. In the less than two block walk, I was greeted with drizzle as I entered the north end waterfront. Momentarily in awe at the impressive show of pink, I reached for my camera to snap a few pictures then began my tree lined walk. Keeping with my feigned optimism, I told myself a little drizzle is okay; classic spring time in Portland. Keep focused on the beauty and wish for that sunshine to show its glow any moment. I quickly snapped some more pictures being careful to protect my camera from the drizzle turned pouring rain. I was able to catch just a couple more perfect shots when the wind did a fast dance among the trees creating cascades of pink pedals whisking across the park, whipping the heavy rain sideways, blowing off my hat and pelting my face as I hurried back to my truck.
Completely soaked, upset wet dog in my arms, I grumbled as I got back into the truck, trying to conjure up what little bit of positive thoughts still remained. I encountered an inordinate amount of traffic and my short trip back up the hills took me triple the amount of time. I was met with several irrational drivers whose unsafe driving frayed my weary nerves.
Arriving home, as I walked my deck to the front door I found exactly what I wanted-a gorgeous sunshine upon the city, creating a glimmer that made me pause in admiration and enjoy the beauty of Portland. I guess I find appreciation in my city from a distance more accepting these days than being right in the mix of it all. I took that message and gave it thought as I created a comforting chicken stock, made from the bones of a whole roasted chicken.
Sometimes the simple pleasures are right in our line of vision yet we are too busy looking past them as we seek something better. I discovered that investing time in my kitchen with an occasional glance out the window to appreciate my views was the simple pleasure I needed to bring me back to a place of gratitude. Not necessarily for my city, but for my current journey that for now, still exists in Portland.