Message on postcard:
It was sunny today in Portland. On my run this morning I saw a bearded twenty-something standing on a corner, facing the sun with outstretched arms and closed eyes. He had an iPhone in one hand, a paper coffee cup in the other, and was chanting something. A garbage truck was rumbling behind him in an asphalt parking lot. Things are pretty much normal here.
PS: Also I saw a kid ride into school on a unicycle.