A pretty morning, in its way: Clouds had massed over Portland for rain last night, and by the time I left for the bus, they were breaking up in complicated layers, and the clouds were catching and reflecting and diffusing the light in unexpected ways. Parts of the sky and my surroundings would momentarily glow. The day was, for me at least, beginning gently.
The sunlight broke through the cloud in streams by the time the tram I was riding reached the upper station on Pill Hill. We were backlit leaving the station.
Other clouds look like they're preparing to rain again. OK. I've gotten my nice light this morning at least.