Portland’s a city of rivers—rivers, creeks, and canals that we cross in our cars like they’re train tracks. But under the clanging of the Max, hear the hum of the Willamette. Toss a rock, hear the plunk, watch the ripples. Poke your fingers into Tanner Creek, once buried but now bubbling up in the Pearl. Plunge your bare feet into Balch Creek. Feel the chill and tickling movement of water over your toes, water that moves through our city always. Reach out. Touch.