Diamonds on the water...

It's hard not to absorb into your surroundings, to become part of the landscape, to get used to the vistas and the sounds, the air and the accents, to move on from that first eagle sighting... the first snow-capped mountain, the first time someone says ".. well, welcome to Canada" after hearing your abbreviated tale... It has to wear off with time, right? It has to dilute, you have to stop seeing, stop feeling, stop hearing, you can't keep the magic alive, the awe so heightened forever, can you? Otherwise how would you ever get anything done? Those days I went outside to hang out the laundry and was transfixed for what seemed like hours by the mountain view... or as I turned my car into our local streets and actually drew breath at the beauty of the lake vista... how would you function if this feeling remained with you? Whatever it is that floats your proverbial boat; the hum and the lights of the city, the sedentary silence of the mountain retreat or a hundred places in between, wherever the vista makes you go ooooh would have to morph into habitude before too long, surely?  Tell me I'm right?

Well, maybe so, but I'm not there yet, and can honestly say that in a place as big as BC (never mind the delights that await in Canada further afield) that I will never, ever tire of this beauty, this space these powerful vistas.

Take this moment, for example, this very moment as I write, sitting on a floating dock on BC's warmest tree-lined lake watching a speedboat looming large out of the water, growling it's way towards me, cutting a foamy line in the otherwise calm lake, my man and my 'baby' girl clinging onto the inflatable tube which attaches itself to the back of the boat by fifty foot of rope... The sun, melting into my back, the faint smell of that sun oil that i should be ashamed of using, the dogs are launching themselves into water so clear and so deep that I can make out the outline of fish swimming maybe twenty feet below...

So. I really think I'm going to get bored of this?  Tire of these trees, of these endless places to explore? New running routes every day if I'm so inclined, alongside new rocky creeks to quench my thirst (hoping nothing died up-stream) and through new forests, on new trails with new bear thoughts... uh-uh, I don't think so...

I know it's not everyone's thing, and I know that my blogs err on the side of utopia, lots of clean and shiny, lots of wow's and ooh's, believe me, it alone has delayed my blog writing for weeks and sometimes months on occasion while I search for things I don't like (all in the interest of balance, you understand...) but I conclude that this blog, this web log, is my diary and must reflect what I see and feel, it reports my world as I'm experiencing it in the here and now.  Right now my feelings are of an overwhelming fortune that we found this life whilst we were still young enough to enjoy it.

So, I'll leave you, once again, to enjoy watching those diamonds dancing on the water.  At this moment in time I feel like the luckiest girl on this planet.

TTFN :)