Sunday, October 12, 2008

The First Frost

Last night, I heard a flock of geese at 10 pm, and then again at midnight, and I went outside to see the huge silvery wings in the moonlight, drifting through city lights reflecting off low clouds. It was a global-warming, fall-too-hot, frost-too-early feeling. I felt concerned about the geese because their calls sounded troubled and frantic until I felt the strength of their wings, and the rhythmic pulse of their calls. A train clattered onto the bridge across the Willamette River, and in the quiet, the vibrating tracks and tons of steel, turned the geese calls into misty whispers. I watched the geese angle toward downtown Portland and wondered if they fly between skyscrapers or find their way around them and how many night owls were quietly witnessing their courage.


  1. Oh I would love to see some pics of Oregon. I seen a movie with Tom Hanks years ago that was filmed in Oregon but I forget the name of the movie. I think he was raising a boy on his own. I just loved the scenery in that movie.

  2. I will take some pictures this weekend and post them. Thank you for your comment.

  3. Hi Peek-a-boo. Your blog is gorgeous. I love the photos, stories, and recipes on your site. The music is beautiful, too.