Scene: Laurelhurst Park
Time: 0645
Experience: This is the prize, my friend -- the spring-dawn air that fires jets of pleasure straight to the neural net, the bird song that is the only perfect tribute to itself, the enrapturing green of redwood and flowering cherry and Doug fir and rhododendron, graced by manifold blossom neons. Once in a while, a dog would look up, and even he was startled by the sheer right-now. The path rolled under my feet with no effort on my part, as if the first day of May all by itself wanted to carry me into a new state of mind. I still can't believe we're living in Portland, Oregon.
I hope your day is going well, too.
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