This morning the moon was crescent, shining brilliantly in the hazy, dark blue morning sky. It hung above me as I walked to the bus stop and I remember looking at it and feeling happy. Everything was quiet. There I was, in this sleepy little neighbourhood, silently walking between houses. I could see my breath; my hands were cold. And it all seemed so mystical, somehow, like I was living the story of a character in a book. I was in love with everything- the empty streets, the abandoned cars, the starless sky. I quickened my pace, hurrying to catch my bus. Then I put on my gloves. “One day, I won’t have to commute,” I promised myself.
(more…)Tag: Dreaming
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At Least for Now
January is half-way done and I’m not sure how to describe the place I’m in. I suppose it would be best to say, I’m in the same place I’ve always been, floating somewhere between different wants, different lives, different worlds…all the while, not being where I want to be. (more…)
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Winter Sunlight
I think winter sunlight, particularly in the morning, is one of the most beautiful things in the world. It’s shining through my bedroom window right now, casting the thin-beamed shadows of my blinds upon the wall, and it feels calming, somehow…as though life is moving slowly (more…)
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Looking at the Moon
Gastown reminds me of Europe because of its cobble stone roads, brick buildings, and pretty alley ways. I know it isn’t Europe but I sometimes like to pretend that it is. As I walked through it one time, I started thinking about why I sometimes prefer old things to new things. (more…)
Things I Learned Growing Up 