“When I catch my first face full of Portland in blazing daylight, I gape up at it like a salmon, fish mouthed and reeling.”
“We turned a corner. A poplar rustled a warning, a stray cat yowled an alarm…”
“…men with nostrils illuminated by their cigars.”
“Silent as a moth’s wing, I enter…”
“He had a retired boxer’s physique, soft padding with a hard center, and a busted-up nose forever politely suggesting that we turn left.”