She lives in the awning over my building's porch. I first saw her years ago when she was nearly a newborn. Just a few inches long. Huddled in a corner on the porch. Something must have happened to her mother. She was clearly having a rough go of it…But she persevered.
Once, when she had grown up a bit, she tried to get into the house. Clawing at the space between my living room window and the sill.
Now she pops out in the morning to sit on the roof and survey the neighborhood.
While I sit on the couch and drink my tea.
Occasionally we run into each other out on the sidewalk.
January was Portland's rainiest month in more than two years. Over 5½ inches. We needed a good soak. Moss has returned to concrete steps, crannies, and rooftops… The general disposition of ferns has improved considerably… There are perpetual puddles (some that are nearly small ponds) on sidewalks and at street corners everywhere… Dog's won't leave the house without raincoats on.
It's all so wonderfully Pacific Northwest.
The sky was also blanketed in grey. A tiny momentary bit of blue is cause for celebration. Or deflation - If you missed it. Daylight is short, yet days feel impossibly long.
So far, February has brought a bit more sun. But only a bit.
Daydreaming about sunny days on the coast is my new favorite pastime.