So, that’s it for summer then. The first storm of autumn is rolling in from the Pacific, hammering the trees with wind gusts and dumping the contents of a few medium-size rivers onto Portland.
Perfect reading weather.
OK, it is always perfect reading weather, but humor me. Does reading get more pleasant than being curled on the couch before a fire, a warm mug of tea at your elbow and a book in hand? Rain may lash at the windows and drum on the roof, but when you are absorbed in a book the inclement weather either adds to the atmospherics or passes without notice.