without an umbrella.

i woke up to sam kissing my cheeks and smiling sleepily, so much better than yesterday today’s yoga class was a workout, i feel physically weary and wish that it wasn’t so rainy so i could ride my bike, not walk, to work. OREGON you are so odd, beams of sunlight are now painfully bursting through the dark and stormy cloud. i would hate to be an oregon weatherman. woman. three more postcards to place.