The weather changes in Oregon about every fifteen minutes.
Kind of like a Teenager before she goes out on Friday Night. For me I am glad I have forced air and heat. The comfort of carpet under my feet.
Yesterday at four-thirty am the stars were out the half a moon moving along trying to beat the sun to its resting place for the day. However, this morning it is all hidden behind a layer of clouds.
Fall is upon us. A beautiful season of changing colors.
On the coast, in my opinion, the summer months are the best. The town literally doubles in its population, the businesses begin to visit grouping together for the many festivals drawing thousands of tourists. Although a bit slower in the past few years because of the economy, they thrive for those three months.
The awe inspiring beauty of the coast, is a draw whatever the season. The daunting power of the ocean waves crashing along the jetty. The Sea gull in search for a post inside the harbor that isn’t framed with a plastic point, to make her nest lay her eggs, safe from other predators.
In the summer there is a shift in the hustle bustle of the entire community in hopes that America will come visit where the peaceful existence of man and nature, ease in and out of the harbor.
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