Everything has already occurred
Apr. 7th, 2017 09:25 pmWhen I first came to Vancouver it was fall. A huge windstorm blew up, with waves cresting the seawall in kits and cherry leaves, neon orange and improbably bright yellow with the season, blowing in through every open window.
Now it's spring, and the wind is blowing me out with cherry blossoms and rain. On to my life.
Now it's spring, and the wind is blowing me out with cherry blossoms and rain. On to my life.