Just a quick dispatch from me, here in the Pacific Northwest.
I have to say that after a year+ in Portland, my favorite thing about this city isn’t any of the usual things people rave about, although those are all just fine, too. No—it’s the air. The air in Portland in dynamite. When I walk outside in the morning to take my dog out, I always get a little thrill at it on my skin, so cool and refreshing. Then I take a deep breath that fills me with scents of evergreen, moss, and earth. It’s a smell that always reminds me of my Lake Superior, one of my happiest places, and if that smell can exist in a city…that right there makes this place a-ok by me.