“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
― Jack Kerouac
These still long days of August always come with a sense of urgency, a bit of melancholy because August means September and the end of all those spectacular feelings summer evokes…for this summer in particular has been meaningful in ways words simply can’t describe. The mountains are incredible and ask nothing of you than to leave it as you found it. They don’t care who you are, what you do or what you’re looking for. And this place is so damn beautiful I find myself trying not to blink for fear I might miss one second of this sensory feast.
After years of living in the city,we left Surrey behind this summer,made Vancouver Island our home…but after such an arduous move, are taking a break from all of it. I jokingly referred to it recently as being in a ‘City Detox Program’, the clean air pumping through our lungs slowly squeezing out every bit of pollution, the scent of wildflowers and evergreens spinning our receptors into sensory overload and the sheer visual feast of everything around us replacing the din and sight of everything humans create.
I find myself giddy at times, in a way I’ve not been in a long time over here!
Although I’ve called the city home for so long,it’s not me and with every year something deep inside was calling louder and it was never going to be possible to have that quality of life in Surrey, a city whose officials have sorely lost sight of how important that single factor is for thousands of citizens. I feel hopeful at the recent awakening of many residents who are taking up the charge to keep those officials accountable and while I have moved, the internet has not – I’ll still be here blogging regardless of where I am.
For now though, I’m re-connecting with those parts of myself long suppressed by city life. I’m hiking trails surrounded by meadows of wildflowers while the mountain breeze messes my hair and the sun kisses my cheeks with ruby red.Dipping hands in icy streams to cool those same cheeks and doing it all over again. Watching glorious sunsets that fade from fire to jewel tones so fast you can’t even afford to blink…