4.08.2003

 

and today a very funny thing happened. i was on my way out of camp, from my new bunk on the 3rd floor, and you must understand that to reach my preferred staircase from my bunk (preferred because its the only one where i dont have to climb up or down extra flights of stairs once i hit the ground floor.. there's a lift but i dont dare to use it, im still small fry) there is a very open corridor. open in the sense that there are just metal railings (with a wall.. i cant quite put it into words) on either side of the corridor, and since its the 3rd storey its really open and you can just see like all the buildings in front. this was after it rained rather heavily this afternoon & evening, so a moderate breeze was blowing, and the air was actually refreshingly cold. surprising, for a non-air-conditioned open-air environment!

and i just felt like i was in vancouver all of a sudden. maybe it was the clouds - the sky was beginning to get dark, mildly, but there were also dark fluffy clouds in the sky, making it look somewhat like a clear - albeit dark and strangely starless - winter night. maybe it was the environment - from that angle the camp complex really does look nice and modern and, dare i say it, reminiscent of the stereotypical stark housing in some parts of vancouver. but i like to think its mainly the sensation of the cold air. even on the rainiest day in tekong, when we did virtually NOTHING because it just poured and poured the whole day until even the ferries stopped, i have never felt the air being cold in that way.

you know how memories can be linked to any and all of your senses... its just strange that i connect vancouver with these inputs.

and although ive had many second homes (lab, now office...) but if youre talking about a city or place to call a second home.. vancouver is probably number 2.

just a thot that kinda made an impression on me.. a fine example of the many posts that occur to me throughout the day. only this one made it thru to a post.

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