This morning I dropped Doug at the airport before coming to work.
He's on his way to visit my little sister, who is turning 21 on Valentine's Day.
(Happiest of happies, Sis!)
Portland has been right in the middle of one storm or another for the last month. Once in a while, someone points out a splash of blue sky, but those are few and far between.
This morning, though, on the way to the airport, I looked up with half open eyes and found myself staring straight at Mt. Hood.
White from the wide base to the sharp peak, the mountain was showing herself from behind her usual winter blanket of clouds.
And the sky all around was blue.