spontaneous ramblings

So I'm sitting here in a Cafe in Squamish. Just thinking to myself, bare feet dancing to a rhythm in my head on the cold stone floor. The mist creeps slowly swathing the green foothills of the mountains in an ethereal mysteriousness.

A zypher drifts through the open door cool and fresh against my face. Unreasonably joyful, right now, right here.