Oh, hey Canada (citizens, government, all concerned with the wellbeing of this country)!
You'll notice that before you clicked on this image, it seemed crisp, vivid, and clear. From far away, this is the perfect image of McLean Falls, a famous spot in The Catlins that I've seen on almost everyone's New Zealand trip feeds. From far away, this shot is serene and lush. The greenery contrasts so sharply with the falls, like something you might only see on a computer desktop background. As a small thumbnail image in my phone gallery, I had captured the perfect picture of my trip.
I've been in love with Tokyo Police Club for well over a decade now, but Forcefield is still one of my absolute favourite records they've ever made. The Spring 2014 release of this collection of joyful noises was timed perfectly with my first trip to the UK, my acceptance to my chosen University program, my escape from a toxic relationship and subsequently re-uniting with my high school sweetheart (now husband), and just overall upswing of my life pendulum. So, I guess what I'm saying is, this album and it's completely coincidental release date now has such strong ties to an amazing year in my life that it could never do wrong and now basically never be topped by anything else. Sorry, other music. You just can't.
No, I don't only shower once per week, I don't need the help of poor hygiene to drive people away. My winning "no-filter" personality and resting bitch face do that for me.
This Northern boy with his great lake eyes, his tundra skin, his prairie wheat hair, his laugh like the atlantic waves, and his rosy west coast sunset cheeks. Born in a thundering Alberta storm on the 23rd of July. This boy is happy, healthy, and the absolute light of our lives. He loves the snow, he sleeps through the howling winter wind, and he's never once fussed when we stuff him into his snowsuit. This Northern boy.
Dusk had a smell where I grew up.