Day Fifteen: Peace flags and a view of the river through my window.

Rumor has it, there’s a change in the air. And let’s face it, when we’re talking weather forecasts, it’s all conjecture. If you’re to believe those well-paid liars at 11 pm, tomorrow is the start of a sun streak bringing temps that are definitely summer-like. Not the nearly frigid 60’s that North Coast Oregonians are resigned to call warm— but hand-to-god steamy, yummy, let’s strip naked and streak through the streets balmy 80’s. And not just the random, isolated day of lovely, but a whole darn week of loveliness. Well, five days anyhow.

And while I remain completely skeptical, I also remain resolutely optimistic. Should we actually get a string of  real summer days, the weather might not be the only thing making the 11 o’clock news.