oblivious (impermeable?) to directions? check. already lost? oh, yeah (but who doesn't love a two hour pastoral detour?). stained the (incredible) yellow corduroys from the flea market? first lunch stop (burrito). broken glasses? two hours in. stretched co-pilot's extra pair? sorry abi. revoked co-pilot's licence? self-conscious lack of navigation skills discovered. (strategically) avoided speeding ticket? the girl definitely has a manual for her big blue assets. annoying rhetoric format? sorry (but who can't help being (a little) pretentious in Portland?!)
we are here, our first destination, the city with roses on every police car, enjoying Stumptown coffee, which I think should double as a record label (right? who wouldn't buy that cd?), drinking (more?!!!) coffee, reading, editing poetry, writing post-cards, occasionally making up (ridiculous) pick up lines.
I loved driving here, and love being here even more - it is so green and there are so many trees! traveling is strange - passing through so many landscapes - like traveling through worlds. there is something beautiful about all of it - miles of matted(almost golden)brown grass , blue lakes - it changes you - who would I be had I been born on Forest Hill Auburn Ravine Road next to Ikeda's Tasty Burgers?
yours, h.
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