Ahhh, springtime rain. Dripping down from a pale soft sky as if to create colour through texture where otherwise would be the barren, silent terrain of tepid air and sore natural Saturday movement. It's raining here in Ontario, and my only sadness is that the transmutation of water dictates the end to the snowboarding season for this year. But it's fitting that this rain persists; it's very artistic, this weather. Evocative in a subtle, sleepy kinda way. Anywho, I suppose-as a first blog-I'd just like to say hello! Hello to all you travelers out there, those journeying for pacific views and new perspectives on the setting sun. Perhaps you're traveling because you've reached a point wherein this is where your heart leads, or perhaps you're trying to find your heart's solace somewhere out in the diversity
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