Picture this: You've just spent the last several months passing picturesque farm after farm, sweating buckets, conversing with people who could never get where you're at (especially since you don't really even want to be there yourself). Imagine getting to a place where you thought that land would swallow you up, and you actually decide to turn around.
And then try to guess what it would look like if you still did find a way to get all the way to that place where the mountain meets the ocean. I'm talking about that lovely land we call "The Coast". I'm talking about what happens along any coast -- breaking waves. Big thanks to my uncle and aunt. And the ultimate relief and satisfaction that took place way back out in B.C. looks something like this. It's where it all started [Blow up the pix... they get bigger]:
And so we climb a mountain.
And this is what was going through my mind: nothing actually. I think the best moments are the ones you can totally get caught up in -- where everything is moving along so well that you know you don't have to think about anything. Except maybe the flying kites in the gusting wind, your friends and family all around you, and the first caress of a peaceful ocean's wavelets. [check it -- this pic gets HUGE!!!!]
When I finally reach the top and see this, Boards of Canada starts playing in my head again. Just imagine the most peaceful, optimistic and beautiful music that you know -- the music just started playing on its own and from here on in it just did not stop.
-thx a mil Kurt 4 the pix :)
-thx a mil Kurt 4 the pix :)
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you are most welcome - all the best as you head into your next chapter!
KP
i already hit a rave on the beach downtown here in Toronto under a pretty much full moon --->>> that bodes well for the future
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