Though it seems odd to type, I just took my very first non-family-event vacation. Eva and I needed a break from our respective toils (hers of the PhD variety in Colorado, and mine the actor grind in NYC) and bought tickets to Portland for four days of adventuring. What I thought might be a week of restaurant feasting turned into days spent outdoors exploring Portland's expansive green offerings. Of course, we ate plenty as well. But the outstretched limbs of moss-covered trees are what remain with me as I sit at my desk in Brooklyn, their embrace as we hiked through Forest Park was as refreshing as any hug I've had lately.