The Victoria, BC Experience
The journey that gave life itself, life, itself
The building that is parliament; vintaged architecture as it were.
The roof of turquoise, guarded by Canadian soldiers destined of statue. If this building were a magnet, I would be its polar opposite, for it called to me since the day I’ve learned of its existence.
Come…ravenous, and open your heart to me, Victoria, BC whispered softly.
Summer of 2021, I could not hold out on these calls much longer; booked were the housing and flight arrangements to conform to science’s laws of magnitude.
My heart screeched with joy and excitement awaiting the day I’d finally fall in love.
Weeks turned to months, as they do, and the day of meeting an open world neared.
Pretzels and ginger ale to soothe a spinning stomach soaring 35,000 feet in the sky; the window shown a fluff surrounding — I’ve lived in a cloud, though, more often mentally than physically.
A mix of confusion, fear, restlessness, and serenity filled my emptied cup of mind and heart.
Green leaves of countless trees waved a welcome to me as the bus sped by.
Have you ever seen a sunset blush excessively that it covered the lively bay in tones of tangerine and soft rose?
Victoria…she had me at dusk.
Perhaps Chet Baker and I share something in common, for I, too, fall in love too easily.
For weeks, BC allowed herself to wash away the harshness of Northern winters — the rain shown unapologetic.
I’d spend the mornings in my newly favorite French café, La Roux Patisserie, as I watched this transformation take place behind a steaming black coffee and an almond croissant…one that could force you to forget all your sorrows.
I fell in love with the duo of coffee and croissant.
When she gave herself a moment's breath, she found herself brighter and livelier than before. The vibrance of April grew stealthily through the night.
Metamorphosis is such a beautiful thing — letting go and growing passed what has gone.
Tulips, cherry blossoms, daisies, dandelions, and all else in between flowered into existence for no other reason than to be.
The flower never seeks admiration — this is why I admire them.
Along Johnson bridge, keeping me from plummeting to deeply frigid waters, I’d walk, always finding a clearer mind waiting on the other side.
Surrounded by water taxis and fishing boats nonchalant along open waters; how could I not fill of freedom?
The golden glow of sunlight dazzled among the subtle waves, glittering each morning; my heart filled of pure joy and my stomach of sweet coffee.
I overfilled of love for no other reason than being.
I felt dead, yet more alive than I ever have throughout my entire existence. The moment my eyes met the turquoise roof up above my head, I felt transformed into a dream, as if soaring through a cloud.
I basked in her beauty, her boldness, and I thanked her for inspiring me to live life in lieu of settling in mere repetitive survival.
Though I soon had to say farewell, for once, I had said hello to a self and a life for this self that I never sought to find.