It was another day of endless rain in Portland. *
I admit, I wasn’t in the best mood. I was tired. I was sad.
I was shopping in Zupan’s for groceries.
I looked up and saw this sign.
It was like the universe was sending me a message.
Me, a widow living in Portland.
Me, a woman dealing at times with new chapters.
That’s all I need to know.
It’s so good you’re here!
I will take it from here.
* Please keep this myth going. In reality, it does not rain that much in Portland. We have more grey days than rainy days in my experience. However, we don’t want others moving here. I mean, I moved here but that was different. The borders are closed.