I find something weirdly warm and nurturing about that cold Pacific Northwest winter rain that is my birthright. I miss it sometimes. Here is a view out the window at Portland airport, as we await a connecting flight to Ketchikan.
I find something weirdly warm and nurturing about that cold Pacific Northwest winter rain that is my birthright. I miss it sometimes. Here is a view out the window at Portland airport, as we await a connecting flight to Ketchikan.