Today has been the sort of day we have at some point each August. It's a day that feels like Autumn. It's a sign of things to come, except that it isn't. In fact, it's really just a tease. We're really just at the midpoint of summer. We're expecting temperatures to climb back into the 90s later this week. But today feels like Autumn, and, to me, it sounds like this:
Portlanders wait all year for summer to arrive. I wait for Autumn. It is by far my favorite time of the year.