It’s just so peaceful out here. Literally the only sound or movement I can hear or see is the rustling of the trees. That’s it. It smells so sweet. So fresh. So brisk and chill.
What a change from the congestion I’ve just been all up under.
Nothing stirs, except for a flighty little bird, bobbing up and down a few feet up above the lake. You think sometimes it’s about to come to a rest. Then it’s up again, swooping, flickering wings, shooting up and down freely.
Up here we’re in the throws of winter. Could get half-a-foot of snow tonight.
The most resounding anomaly out here is the water. It just sits there. Again, no movement. It’s frozen. The rich variety of texture and colour is just like the rocks – a dusting of snow on top – and from this white the shade shifts to billowing azure, to grey and then right down towards black. But mostly the frozen water just seems luminous.
Caught in a moment, this is the sweet part of the bittersweet I hear in Emily Haines’ voice, as she sings so soft, so broken, so free. The Canadian experience summed up by its youth.
And it’s freezing as hell out here. Time to warm up inside by the split-wood fire.
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Well, I think this one is my favorite so far. It's open and lyrical... not to mention it makes me feel like I was there with you, in some way.
(Also took a sneak peak at that Christian's dude blog and I read the entry where you're mentioned).
It's funny cause without realizing at first, I learned this stranger had hit on all the points I've always enjoyed about you, in our friendship.
To hear a mention like that, from another journalism student, no less...I thought there goes my good friend and co-creator :) Whenever I'm scared or feel that there's something lacking in me, my thoughts turn over to you.
Stay strong.
Alex
thanks Alexandra. how's everything down there.
ya Christian's a rad dude.
i was just totally blown away by the pure beauty of the north -- i totally forgot what it was like, and i wasn't really ready for how stark and pure isolation can be... just to not be bombarded by pollution... blah blah blah...
fun times...
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