season finale

I went for a run yesterday at the waterfront and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the trees.

They. have. started. to. change. color.

Sunday was 95 degrees and definitely the last day of summer. Monday showed up with clouds and a high of 72, a clear arrival of autumn.

OH geez.
physicality of change along with emotional. I swear I'm waiting for some TV network to hop out of the bushes and shake my hand. Thank me for the awesome dramatic, heart felt footage they captured during summer 2011 in Portland. Don't get me wrong, this summer has been the best summer of my entire life and the small mishaps have made it so. Right now however is most interesting. I parted ways with wonderful Mr. Neil Fitzgerald this morning after an Ambien gifting (the most necessary sleeping pill when traveling). After some long hugs we parted with smiles knowing that the next time we see each other will be on foreign soil. Neil and I will be reuniting in none other than Sydney, Australia for Mardi Gras!

Too perfect. However the fact that Neil is leaving means that I leave in exactly one week. Take all this and stir in a bit of recent change of events, the results are: unpredictable with a hint of love and chaos. Am I being vague? I have to so I don't ruin the potential series finale that might end up on showtime.