Sitting on the bus on the way into and back from Vancouver, I'd look over at the mountains. Vancouver's surrounded by them. Yesterday, they were so clear, big and snowcapped, I almost wanted to walk right over to them. I felt like a child, imagining myself taking giant steps over to them, grabbing a handful of snow, and tossing it as far as I could. Of course, they are further away than they look and I'm sure it would take a whole day just to walk to them.
Still, the clarity and cool air yesterday made them assessible, somehow, and I didn't want to stop dreaming.
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