So I walked out of downtown. And happened to be just about finished crossing the lift-able portion of the Hawthorne Bridge when the sirens, the ones that sound before a lift, sounded. I got to watch a Hawthorne Bridge bridge-lift from close quarters, and the Portland Spirit pass through the gap, on a nice day where I can get a little sweat on and enjoy the late-afternoon sun slanting past downtown's buildings and feel a bit of breeze.
Though it made me wish I'd brought my camera. (But yay words! For describing!)
+ Recently I finished reading the novel Fathom by Cherie Priest (