Things are often where we least expect them.
In the corner of an industrial park, next to a shipping hub, by the power lines was one of the few times in the last couple months I’ve truly had the feeling that I was peacefully alone. I mostly ride alone, and perhaps it was the surprising weekend stillness that made me aware of exactly what wasn’t happening around me. No trucks. No cars. No planes. Just quiet.
It would really be trite to call Portland an urban jungle; really it’s quite livable and accessible, even by Vermont standards. The one downside is that nature is definitely further away and more of a commitment, so getting away takes some effort.
While things are slowly fitting into place here there’s still a lot of turmoil and uncertainty. Now more than ever it’s important to appreciate solitude whenever, wherever I find it.