Of waking up and heading into a deep dreamy forest where moss hangs off all the trees and it slighly mists. I want to drive up to a little local coffee shop and get the richest latte I've ever tasted. I absolutely love Portland. Today, I miss it a lot.
Just so happens the most delightful song came on when I was writing this. Ray LaMontagne -Empty. For some reason it makes me long for cuddles in bed with rain and Jack
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