So this is what it’s like when your favorite city becomes a minefield, every place you go a reminder of what you’ve lost. The park trails you used to hike. The scones you would eat in the morning. The police horses sneaking nibbles of grass through the fence, the cormorants over the cold river. The streets which were white that last time you got snowed in together.
I will forever love my rainy little town, but right now every moment in it brings a tiny explosion of pain. In time, I will be stronger again, and Portland will turn back from a minefield into a city.