Portland, Oregon was green and sunny and changing. Morning dew blanketed the city, while falling leaves covered the streets. The lush abundance of the season filled Portland and autumn never felt so good as the rising sun warmed me inside and shined down outside.
It was settling, coming from the concrete jungle that is Los Angeles, to sit on the green grass and admire downtown Portland from the Tom McCall Waterfront Park and then take a stroll through the Saturday Market.
Outside of the city, I made my way into the countryside to witness the biggest rush—Multnomah Falls. The awe-inspiring cascade of roaring water is a natural phenomenon. The fresh air from way up there was satisfying and the spray from the falling icy water was exhilarating. It was exactly the rush I needed for the changing of seasons in this ever-changing time.