February is a month to forget, for the most part. The Portland trip was fun. I didn’t take any pictures, but he did take me down to the waterfront. The river that runs through Portland is dirty and reminds me of the Chicago river, but there’s something beautiful about it. Bridges span it and boats churn their way slowly up and down it. I was cold, shivering in my jacket. We walked there, and then walked through downtown for a little while before catching a train out.

I can’t help but wish for summer. I’m happier then, carefree, not cold. Even though it’s only two and a half months away, so much has to happen between now and then. Dentist visits, school, work, time can’t go fast enough.