Return

Yesterday I was in Toronto, Denver, Las Vegas, and Portland. To accomplish this feat, I had to rise at 4.15am, after three hours of sleep, and then travel for over ten. But the descent into Portland was magnificent: we sailed down through mountain ranges of cumulus clouds which fissured at the roots to reveal stretches of russet and baring trees, the sinuous curl of rivers, and the rain-steaming earth of fields. The man next to me admitted that he had been to LA and Chicago, but never had he been anywhere so beautiful as this. "I don't know why people would want to live anywhere else," he said. And I, though regretting the physical separation that the landscape now tokens, had to agree.