The Bluffs

Sometimes I dream in color, sometimes in black and white.

Last night, my dreams were vivid. Stunning sunsets over the city, beautiful wetlands in the foreground with the west hills of Portland in the background. Comfy chairs, a nice cold glass of lemonade, my homemade kind, and good company. Candles burning. Laughter. Bliss.

Here is the view from my porch, standing on the corner of my dream house. The one with the writing room overlooking the city. With hardwood floors and paneled cabinets. I will have to do something about the pink kitchen, though.
It has stained glass windows, a giant, wrap-around porch and a cozy fireplace in the front room with bookshelves for Whitman and Hemingway and maybe Rachel.

Some day, this view will be mine.