Drizzle.

On a recent trip to Oregon, God, as He always does, opened my eyes to the world around me. The first morning in Astoria, I took an adventure run. One of my favorite kinds of runs.

This is the 4th installment in my travel writing series on my blog, Untangledstory.com

Drizzle.

7/3/19

A latte in my hand. Drizzle falling. Leaving specks of water on my arms. On the black lid of my coffee cup. Such small dots. My feet. My shoes. Are not making their normal. Familiar. Pit-pat sound. But with each step. Small. Quiet. Squeaks. As my feet hit the damp ground.

The coffee. That burned my tongue at first. It’s cooled from the cold, wet air. I can sip it now. Enjoy the sweet warmth. As I walk along the river. And it takes away the chill that comes after running.

This weather. This town. It is a nice break from the 90 degree temperatures back home. However. Like most places I visit. I do not think I could live here.

Even though it is beautiful! With every shade of green imaginable. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you breathe. In all honesty. I need the sun. To cheer my mind and warm my skin.

So as I run. This small town. Along the river. I take it in. The stark difference from home. And appreciate the change. Appreciate the time away. Appreciate the beauty. Appreciate what makes each city. Each town. Unique. And all this. This makes me appreciate home even more.