Pacific Northwest

I’m missing the cool, damp air of the Pacific Northwest. I’m missing the way the fog rolled in before the storm, heavy and wet. I’m missing how the Pacific Ocean turned an icy periwinkle blue, before she kissed the sand.

There’s a heat wave on the East Coast right now. Temperatures are soaring above one hundred degrees . We’ve been burrowed at home, with the air conditioning turned up as high as it will go. And while my sweet baby Kroy naps on my chest, smiling in the middle of some wondrous dream, I’m scrolling through photos.

Photos of the Buoy Beer I drank in the Portland International Airport. Creamy and delicious. The best beer I’ve ever tasted. Photos of pine trees. Hundreds of pine trees. Photos of seagulls flying in circles, swooping up and down as the sun dove beneath the horizon.

This is why I travel. It transports me. Inspires me. It makes me feel alive. The way only the sound of a plane engine and the vibration of the seat beneath me can.

Images captured by myself and Tanja Kibogo.

Video taken by me.