Not a lamb or a lion, but some kind of soaring creature that approaches the sun and then dives into the frigid sea. When the temperature changes 30 degrees in the course of a day, how do I dress??
Icy mornings. Clear sky, foggy breath, numb fingers. The mountain just visible against the glowing eastern sky. Bundled up, I pedal fast to the bus and climb aboard into the cozy heated interior. Sweaters, jackets, long-fingered gloves, my hood pulled up and jacket zipped up to my chin.
But the afternoons! Sunlight feels almost physical, warming, enlivening, balanced by fresh cool caressing breezes. Spring! they declare. Layers of clothes are stuffed in my bag as my skin enjoys the freedom of cotton t-shirts and rolled-up sleeves. Outdoor cafe tables and meandering bike trails beckon. Waving trees, lush grass, daffodils.
There is nothing to compare with the outdoors, in March in Oregon.