When on the train yesterday, instead of having my usual book, newspaper or magazine to read, I had my CD player going. For about the first time in three weeks. And on said CD player, I had Play by Moby, err, playing.
One of the albums seared into my memory, associated with the trip to Victoria and Vancouver Island, five and a half years ago. Along with Kid A by Radiohead, and one of Wide Mouth Mason's one - that latter album, the only time I have heard Saskatchewan in song lyrics LOL.
But back to Play. The strongest memory of that is at one of the beaches, Sombrio I think, to the west of Victoria, past Sooke. A rocky beach, and in jeans and jackets - this was November in Canada, remember - and lying side by side with H. Looking deep into her eyes. I was so happy I could have happily bled through my fingertips, giving space in my body to more happiness and love and all that.
I roll my eyes about it now, but yeah, first truly madly deeply of my life. I hardly think about it nowadays, but when I do, as when I listen to Play, which we were listening to on the drive back to Victoria, it comes back. Sometimes stronger than other times.
Meeting up at Vancouver airport. Going to a junior hockey game, and then to a cafe for coffee and cake afterwards. Driving to Cathedral Grove to see the end of the salmon spawning season. I could go on, but I would likely bore everybody else.
I was really happy back then. I even talked a bit before my Irish trip a couple of months later to workmates, where usually I try to clam up about my personal life in the workplace. Boy, did I get burned with that one.
I'm already wrung out thinking about Ireland and I just grazed the surface, ick.
One of the albums seared into my memory, associated with the trip to Victoria and Vancouver Island, five and a half years ago. Along with Kid A by Radiohead, and one of Wide Mouth Mason's one - that latter album, the only time I have heard Saskatchewan in song lyrics LOL.
But back to Play. The strongest memory of that is at one of the beaches, Sombrio I think, to the west of Victoria, past Sooke. A rocky beach, and in jeans and jackets - this was November in Canada, remember - and lying side by side with H. Looking deep into her eyes. I was so happy I could have happily bled through my fingertips, giving space in my body to more happiness and love and all that.
I roll my eyes about it now, but yeah, first truly madly deeply of my life. I hardly think about it nowadays, but when I do, as when I listen to Play, which we were listening to on the drive back to Victoria, it comes back. Sometimes stronger than other times.
Meeting up at Vancouver airport. Going to a junior hockey game, and then to a cafe for coffee and cake afterwards. Driving to Cathedral Grove to see the end of the salmon spawning season. I could go on, but I would likely bore everybody else.
I was really happy back then. I even talked a bit before my Irish trip a couple of months later to workmates, where usually I try to clam up about my personal life in the workplace. Boy, did I get burned with that one.
I'm already wrung out thinking about Ireland and I just grazed the surface, ick.
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