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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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The roofline undulates. It curves, swoops even. Five lights shine.
Windows frame the pillars. I see it from the office window. Behind, the faint outlines of fir and pine trees.
A pool, a destination some say, at the geographic center of Vancouver. It is beautiful. The wood beams, laminate, allow dizzying spans.
It’s Olympian! But that’s another story. The pool came along with the Olympics to my neighbourhood. It also brought us a new transit line and an easy subway ride downtown or to the airport.
My neighbourhood will change, has changed. But I look forward to it, look to the future—a library, a pool, hockey, curling. Maybe I’ll take up curling! I tried it once and learned that it is a lot more exercise than it looks.
As long as a walk along the park brings with it a view of The Lions, and as long as people come to appreciate it with me (I’ve been walking that walk for close to 25 years), that’s all I ask.
Flying in an airplane looking out the window, watching the clouds go by. Looking out the window I can see the wings down below me and i see other little things like trees, buildings, and cars so small. Birds circling the city. It really makes me feel Like I'm so tall. Safe from the snow and rain but the sun is still shining on me brightly this early morning. Airplane view is AWSOME! I really feel like i'm on top of the world as the plane goes higher up i'm starting to feel sad. . . I think i miss all my friends down below me. lookin out the window for hours i slowly fade off to my dream land
-Looking out a small window:
As I looked out a small window of plane, Seoul to Vancouver, it was blurry. Not because it was foggy outside, not because it was dirty, but because I’ve been crying and my tears didn’t seem to listen to me at all.
I didn’t know what to do, because as I was saying bye to my sister in law from home, I’ve been crying and as I was saying bye to my brother at the airport, I cried.
You know, it’s really weird. It feels okay when someone leaves their own country for a few months, because knowing they will come back, but for some, it feels crappy when someone leaves their own country, leaving their families, relatives, and friends forever.
And, the funny thing is, it will be fine when the “feeling” is gone. And that “feeling” is only on 5 days to some, but for me, it will be forever.
And that hurts a lot.
Esther: This piece feels true and real. A truly small window looking out on something really big emotionally. Very interesting! Well worth working on and perhaps expanding a bit.
A blue building behind fir trees and a wide way goes narrow at the end I can see from car’s window. There is a bus stop in front of me, and three passengers are there. A lovely senior lady on a long black leather jacket, tall heel black shoes with blond short hair, and blue eyes is waiting for bus. A young Chinese lady with a little boy jumping everywhere bonny like, and she is following her son, but she cannot stop him.
On the sidewalk gorgeous couple with a cute little baby, two or three months old, are walking, and they seem too passionate and responsive about their baby .His father hold the baby in his hug like a delicate statue.
A handsome gentleman on black suit, Italian leather shoes with brown straight hair, passes sidewalk to take his car he parked on other side. A middle age lady is walking with her white hairy dog, and she stops for it every four five minutes. Her dog is such a playful, and it wants go everywhere if the lady allows him.
Same sidewalk but different people passed it.
The darkness enveloped the vestiges of my mother’s little garden. I watched it slowly disappear through our glass window, which later turned into a mirror.
My mother loves gardening. She‘s very fond of orchids. She waits for summer as soon as summer is over. She looks very happy and relaxed every time she tends her plants--whistling, humming, singing as if her plants could hear her . “When the wind blows, they applaud,” she once told me.
She has a “Green-thumb.” I once asked her to give me a plant (an orchid, which I kept in my room) and promised to take care for it. But, in about a week or so, it started to wither. She took it back. And to my surprise, as if the plant went to a hospital and saw a plant doctor, it recovered. “They breathe,” she said then, “therefore, they are alive. Living things need love and attention.”
There is one plant she hates: marijuana. My thumbs were green, literally. I just smoked a joint with a friend and went home stoned. My eyes were red and I reeked. “You smell like a skunk,” she said. “Quit that crap, or I’ll break your skull,” she added after slapping the back of my head.
through her reflection on the glass window, I watched my mother pull some dead leaves from her in-door plants. I couldn’t help but smile. She looked lovely. “Are you on with that crap again?” she said. “Let me see your hands.”
In a sunny afternoon of March, I am looking at the front street through the apartment window. There are a few persons going in and out for shopping at “Save-On-Foods” which is located at the end of alley.
One Chinese young woman is pushing a baby carriage with some bags under the cart. She is wearing black color shirt upon the long white color underwear. Is it a new fashion showing 20 cm white color beneath outer clothing?
Two middle aged women who wearing black color clothes are coming with big bags on both hand. They are approaching a diagonally parked car to the road. After loaded the bag into the trunk, they seated the front seat and
carefully reverse the car and drive away.
One young lady wearing black cloth is coming with Starbucks in one hand and sandwich in other hand. She set down at street bench and finished her eating. She goes her way after throwing her cup into the wastebasket.
I found most man and women are wearing black color cloth mainly shirt or sweater today. Why are they wearing black cloth under the blue sunny sky?
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