we start to feel like ants

yes, it is this time of year in our lives. the years fly by in our memories so very quickly that they all begin to haze and blur, one into the other into the other. smiles and smirks emerge as we retrospectively analyse the encounters made, the many laughable moments, all the harsh and the wondrous where time could have well been deemed non-existant.. or just too existant. we begin to scatter. we find ourselves places we never thought possible, seemed once so very far out of reach. a comfort begins to grow outside of who you thought you were, who you were. and yet again you. just. are. sadness can't be helped, however, for returning to babylon will never be as once was. off to pursue the unknown, each of us in our own ways. all feeling this awkward wave of nostalgia, nervousness, and excitement. but we will always hold this times close. the times when nothing mattered but the moment itself. we cherish those. it is a beautiful thing in life to be granted the ability to carry your memories with you wherever you venture. they mean most. for they can not equal in amount to any material existence. it is during these hectic times that we learn most. i hope to myself that each one of us take a few moments at least to relish in the years past. they are precious. to remember to never let go of your experiences and from which we came. our stages have been set.
and the play begins...

where is the breaking point? where do i let go? i feel a lump in my throat as i progress onwards. or do i?

the sky is your faucet

so here i am in jasper, alberta! i've been out here for nearly a week now visiting mike on the jasper park lodge. everything is so preserved and naturally beautiful out here. the waters are protected, the grounds are protected, and the wildlife is protected. all 700 employees basically live on the grounds and are all of the laid back, adventurous lifetsyle. they are get along .. there are so many positive vibes and so many cool paths of life to embark on staying here. as for the mountains, they are breath taking. they really do something to you. after climbing to old fort point, and making our way up the tree, you begin to drift off into this peaceful haze.. the branches lean and weave around you .. they are just the company one wants. drink it up, the wind says. every breath in is like the first in life. complete freshness. and the weather here.. just unpredictable. thursday night, my first night of enjoyment here i experienced one hell of a storm. an employee here at fairmont claimed he'd been here 18 years in jasper and not seen one storm like it. we sat in the backyard in law chairs, bundled up and prepared for what is essentially god's own cinema. nevermind how today seeing has become synonymous with watching the television set. watch the sky. here it is everchanging. the half moon hangs in the dark sky, a huge cloud inching quickly closer and closer.. the clouds open apart as to set out to swallow the moon whole. it is as though the clouds work around the moon. when they pass they moon, they pop out at you. like they are revolving around the moon. the light cast on the shadows and they pass on by is reflected in metallic colors of red, green blue and purple. electric transparency in the night sky. the shinook winds float russel through the trees and engulf you in a hot wind. they are carried from the pacific. gusts of rain.. cracks of lightening unlike anything else. the mountains outlining as the electricity surges.
just so god damn beautiful. elk roam just about everywhere and the horned goats are quite the site.
ahhh, life is good.