This life…

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I am a dreamer. I always have been and I always will be. A chameleon of sorts. I find places and people to love in seconds and almost immediately I start to imagine what life would be like if “this” (whatever this particular moment is) was our every day. I can’t help let my mind and my heart wander with romantic notions of forever worlds and long lost friends and futures intertwined. I find myself almost nostalgic for a future that we haven’t even made yet. One where Bo has snowsuits and corn fields and long summer days and short winter ones by a fire with oozing chocolate and marshmallows and toboggan rides . I find myself lost in the old trees and the narrow tall houses and basements and cobbled pathways of an old part of a city that has always held a little piece of my heart. A city that ebbs and flows with the lifeblood of art and culture in its veins.

I sit on the balcony with my grandfather and we talk about what the city was like when he was a boy, more than 80 years ago. What it looked like when he was young and how he has seen it change. We talk about the war and about the changes that happened after. He tells me stories of times long gone and dreams and worlds and experiences that I will never experience in my life. He tells his stories and I listen. I watch as Bo plays at his feet. Her hand in his. I watch as time stands still for a moment. As if time was a memory and this moment is captured not through the lense of a camera but instead in the lense of my heart. I wonder the stories she will tell to her grandchildren and great grandchildren… I wonder how the world will change if she is strong and lucky enough to live some ninety odd years like the man she holds hands with. I wonder the stories she will tell and the lives she will have lived and the deep sadness she will feel and the ever abounding joy of adventures that she is yet to have. I wonder all of this in a split second as I see them together. Talking. Watching the men work on the roof of the apartment building across the way. I wonder how days can seem so long and years can seem so painfully short. I wonder how to capture it all. And then I stop wondering. And I just breathe in the fresh Canadian air, and I let go. Time cannot be stopped, nor can it be captured… but it can be experienced. So I just breathe it in.

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I hope you all have a beautiful weekend. We have lots of lovely plans and are luky enough to have beautiful friends and family to share them with. I hope whatever you do it brings you what you seek… xox PIN IT

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