It's normally very easy to find shade here in Portland, the clouds never leave and sunlight is only whispered of. Not in the summer. The light beams through my windows eager and bright. It has this grain to it, like the clouds are protesting their exile, and it's so beautiful. In the early evenings on these hot days we skip over to Salt and Straw and eat our fill in flavor pairings that are as strange as they are wonderful and then we sprawl out as bare as is decent and feel the vibration of Simon and Garfunkel and Handel's Messiah (Winnie's favorite). Penelope plays hop on pop and the whole house is wrapped in audible magic. I started crying tonight watching these three. I'll embrace this sunshine forever.