Waterfront
Becky!
Listen
I haven't written anything in ages, but I got the urge to do so tonight, and this is what came out.
Listen. Do you hear it? No. Not that. You’re trying too hard. Close your eyes, plug your ears and just listen. Listen to your heartbeat. Place your hand on my chest and listen to mine. Feel it beat. See the blood rush between the veins and then. Stop. Listen. Turn your head to face to the setting sun and watch. Watch the colours bleed together, watch the sun disappear into the black water. Listen to the stars. Hear them singing softly back and forth to each other. Watch the wind. See the patterns it makes as the leaves are tossed across the wet pavement under your feet. Smell the air. Does it smell like rain? Does it smell like the smog from a thousand building and weeks of hot summer days? Does it smell like being happy? Or can you only taste the salt. Think. Think for a few seconds about why you are here. You are on a bridge. There is water to either side of you. Black water, deep water. You won’t jump. You don’t want too. You wouldn’t even consider doing such a thing. But still. You like this bridge. You like knowing that on either side of you there is nothing. Speak. Say something. Break the silence. There are two of us here, after all. And people, when in the presence of another converse. Speak. Say anything. Whisper sweet nothings, scream curses or sing something beautiful.
Walking!
We hadn't even left the building before I took this picture -there's this funny plant in the lobby that usually just sits there being all green and stuff, but when we passed it today, it had this lovely flower on it.
As always, the first step on the walk was the lookout, from which you can see the still slightly frozen Lake Nipissing.
Roommate picture! You can see my lovely new blonde hair. Which I did not bother styling, because I am a lazy person.
I love this time of year; everything is just starting to bloom again and is very pretty.
After spending literally like a half hour chasing butterflies, one was kind enough to land on my hand so I could get some photographs of it.
On our way home, a brave squirrel came right up to us, which was pretty awesome until it got about two inches from my foot and I had the brief fear that I would be eaten. I moved, and the squirrel ran away.