It was tranquil sitting on the bench with her and chatting about things. The weather Saturday afternoon was clear and sunny, light breezes and not a cloud in the sky. There was an occasional ripple on the water and a stray fish jumping every now and then. The West Hills of Portland were bright and green. The air was fresh for a perfect day.
She said, “Do you come here often?” I replied, “Yes, I like to come here along the river and watch the weather.” She remarks, “Well, not much weather to watch is there?” I turned my head, smiled and muttered that at least I wouldn’t get wet today. She lowered her brow and I could see her brown eyes peering above her sunglasses as her dimples appeared ever so softly.
I thought to myself that actually the sky is full of weather as weather is whatever it is doing outside at any given moment in time. “It’s peaceful” I offered, feeling like I was finally drying out and replenishing my vitamin D intake.
“What will the weather be like on Sunday?” I slouched down a bit on the bench keeping my eye on the river and replied, “Not as nice as today. More clouds, maybe some drizzle here and there, some clearing later in the day. Not too bad really. Just enough of a change to remember today here on the bench.”
