Whistler becomes familiar, has in fact been doing so for a while. I walked by an idling bus today and wanted to be going travelling, wanted to be on it and moving away, into new places, new views and unimaginable places. That high rumbling bus, sitting covered in road grime, with tall soft thin seats, and out of over-sized, tinted windows the sights of the journey are seen. I won't be in one until May; there are still 4 months left for me in this town, surrounded by these mountains. But still. I am happy. My jobs are going well, my friends are kind and good, and I might even learn to snowboard. Someday.
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