I came upon a quote of Kierkegaard's today that describes what happens to me
during my walks through the West End of Vancouver.
"I have walked myself into my best thoughts."
Time disappears along tree lined streets
as I inhale the sweetness of small side gardens
with randomly placed benches
that encourage me to sit,
to pull out a notebook
and capture my thoughts...
how has that old house resisted demolition...
who planted the flowers on this boulevard...
why has life brought me here???