The Island Again

It's nice when things work out - and they always do, don't they?

Dreams become plans, and plans begin to become what you're living. I'm on my way to living the life I want to have. Knowing me I will never be fully satisfied. I'll always want to see what more I can do, what better, more beautiful things I can see. I'll always want to meet more colourful people. And that makes life interesting.

I'm going back to Vancouver today, after spending the week on the island - doing things I enjoy, and really relaxing, way more then I ever could in the big thriving Vancouver metropolis. I was fortunate enough to see a beautiful sunrise, be at the beach for a sunny afternoon, and eat delicious food. I feel rested.

Enjoy the holidays!

One I Enjoy

The Path

Running along a bank, a parapet
The level road, there is a path. It serves
Children for looking down the long smooth steep,
Between the legs of beech and yew, to where
A fallen tree checks the sight: while men and women
Content themselves with the road and what they see
Over the bank, and what the children tell.
The path, winding like silver, trickles on,
Bordered and even invaded by thinnest moss
That tries to cover roots and crumbling chalk
With gold, olive, and emerald, but in vain.
The children wear it. They have flattened the bank
On top, and silvered it between the moss
With the current of their feet, year after year.
But the road is houseless, and leads not to school.
To see a child is rare there, and the eye
Has but the road, the wood that overhangs
And underyawns it, and the path that looks
As if it led on to some legendary
Or fancied place where men have wished to go
And stay; till, sudden, it ends where the wood ends.

Edward Thomas