2014- September

In between thoughts of my mother's perfect penmanship and my sister's growing belly...I dreamt we were trapped underground in tunnels of dirt and we survived on kisses, mouths feeding air and moisture

And Markus says to me outside the bar on the street after we lock up our bikes, "I wish you smoked." I retort, "I wish you didn't." Dating as an adult and our impossible colliding lifestyles, creating and destroying…a collision of evolving moments in time. Raging peaks and fertile valleys. The mountain vs. no mountain. :)

Sept. 11 Vancouver arrival. 86, 269 kms.