Paranormality in Portland ruled last night with a witchy moon suspended over the sparkling lights of downtown Portland. A crystal clear night, near freezing in temperature but who cares. It wasn’t raining! As I drove west on Sandy Boulevard I caught my breath in wonder at the sight before me. Across the river twinkling lights of buildings acted as backdrop under a glowing yellow moon. The moon appeared like the bottom half of a bowl, suspended in a thick beautiful slice as if the buildings themselves were holding it in the sky. As I drove further west, the moon began dropping behind the buildings until finally disappearing with a tiny glow from one point, a single pinprick of light between tall buildings…
I could hear the creatures of paranormal Portland howling in delight. Perhaps if I had been able to observe just a little longer, I may have seen the brief outline of an ecstatic dragon winging across the burnt umber expanse of moon.
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