About a month ago my friend Brooke and I biked to Willamette Park. I cannot remember why, but we probably just wanted to explore. I’d never been before. When we arrived, we saw this:
almost the entire park under 2-14 inches of frigid water. We shucked our shoes, rolled up our pants, and waded through, giggling and focusing on the asphalt we couldn’t see, the heat leaving our legs, and the joy of this place. Little fish swam past our toes in this parking lot.