nothing new

The other day I woke up with this overwhelming feeling—nothing new or exciting has ever happened in Portland in February. It's one big city-wide slump of the shoulders. Dreary. Bleak. Raw. Gray. Clammy. And so on and so forth. A hike near Hood River quickly becomes unfeasible due to the slippery nature of the mud pathway, and defeated, we drive slowly through town. Luckily, Oregon townships generally have a brew house on every block, so in we go to the Big Horse Brewery where we eat burgers with draft beer and the world—if only for an hour or so—takes on a more appealing tone.