On summer solstice it rained.  I wore a jacket.  The longest day of the year, and the weather was such that it made it difficult to free run through my city.

My city.  Portland.  A place where parkour is suddenly a seasonal sport.

I cannot traverse the cityscape when its railings are wet.  My shoes do not have a grip on the slickness that once enamored me to this city.

Have I grown beyond it?  Is it time for a change?  Or will I become a snowbird, leaving for the rainy months for somewhere more temperate, where I can work in careers of film and abundance not available to me here?

I like the idea of traveling during the winter months.  Finding new cityscapes to traverse.  And then in the summer, coming back to the home I call Portland.