I know I go on about it every year, but there's something incomparable about Spring in the Northwest. After months of gray and rain, suddenly the sky is bright blue and the air is filled with myriad fragrances. I nearly gave up on my walk as I passed a row of lilacs, trading in exercise to merely stand and breath the scent, becoming one of the lilac Lotophagi. Portland in the Spring is amazing. Somehow I still had the strength to breakfast with drarwenchicken and G, write (and chat) with sanguinity and The Librarian, work on the comic, and nap before going on a long walk to bask in the day.
Perhaps it's merely the contrast with the rainy days, but it's like finding brilliant gemstones amid the puddles on the sidewalk; all the more precious for their scarcity.