rin

at work, the recycling bins are in the courtyard. i often offer to take the recycling out because i like the chance to stand outside and enjoy the air for a few minutes. this works because from my shop you can't see the dawdling and no one really pays attention if taking out the recycling takes one minute or three.

today i took the bottles out and i had this perfect moment of clarity. i work on granville island, at the public market, so i have a great view of all the beautiful condos and glass towers of downtown, right across false creek. night was just falling, about six pm, and i stepped outside and you know how writers use phrases all the time ('velvet sky', etc) and they're easy to accept without too much thought? today the phrase 'velvet sky' was made real to me and i swear for the rest of my life when i am reading cheeseball novels that actually deign to use such a cliche, i will think of the purple sky this evening.

as i stepped into the courtyard, my first thought was 'this is exactly where i want to be.' there were a few stars out and the water was calm and the sky was so pretty purple and downtown looked so pretty and a warm breeze was blowing.

i love this city. there is nowhere in the world i would rather live. i really wish i was not moving away but i guess sometimes sacrifices are acceptable when made for a good reason. my heart is heavy, though.