Thursday, June 9, 2011

I've always been partial towards the north.
It represents a chance for escape,
A chance to relive fond memories,
A chance to create new ones.

Arrival is signified by: ample wood and the scarcity of architecture.
There is more wildlife to converse with than people,
And the people you do see, you might not fully comprehend.
But that's okay, they are there for the same reasons you are.

Clean atmosphere scented by pines and wildflowers
Feeding off a brilliant sun, and lulled by an orchestra of distant stars.
I see my bedtime stories in the night sky,
Offset only by the orange flicker of a fire.

Even on the days which there is no sun and the breeze buckles my knees,
I may find myself cursing the cold, spitting into the wind,
Wondering, "Why am I subjecting myself to this?"
But then I see a break in the overcast,
And glories shine on the horizon.
The light deafens my ears from the sound of crashing waves,
and with the thought of you, I feel warm, if only for a moment.


  1. This is all frighteningly beautiful. I think I'm crushing hard after reading your blog.

  2. Why thank you! I'm flattered.