In all fairness it wasn't very nice out, there had been a light rain for days with no hope of seeing the sky. Despite the rain I couldn't help but laugh. " What is so bad about a little rain?" I asked. "A little rain never hurt anyone." "It's the humidity" he said, "I don't want to do anything when the air is so thick." It was only thirty percent humidity that day! Believe it or not this is somewhat high for the area, but it was all he had experienced. "This just goes to show that everything is based on your perception." I told him. "Try working in ninety percent humidity when you wish it would rain and never dose. Maybe you would see things differently." Everywhere I looked, there were damp plants with shades of green and brown jumping out at me; Covered by the endless mist they call "rain". To me the brightened colors seemed like natures way of reminding everyone the rain provides the beautiful environment we appreciate all year long. My friend saw nothing more than an annoyance on his windshield and the gray sky above. I saw the blue skies to come.
Mountain ranges on both sides of the valley provide both shelter from harsh weather and beauty. Depending on the time I started work, the time of year, fog and cloud cover; on the mourning drive east into the hills I could see an array of sights so indulgent words can't completely explain. When the sun begins to peak over the .
mountaintops you first see a deep, dark purple essence that barley seems to push the darkness away. The sharp rays of red and orange will stop your breath dead in its tracks. .
On a clear morning I could see Mt.Hood, being snowcapped all year long does nothing but add to the spectacle. The colors seem to meld together with the white snow. This progression goes on for about ten minutes, for a brief moment the choppy rays seem to light the entire sky. Then the sun bursts above the mountain's peaks, as if an orgy had come together all at once in the heavens and climaxed.
