This weekend, I was thinking a lot about home. Canada that is. That even though I’ve subscribed to the life of a wanderer who is current rooted in the deep saturated heat, I am firmly from the great North. I even considered a pair of second hand moccasins the other day. I miss the vastness. And despite growing up in the big urban smoke of Toronto, I always knew that to the north, there was an infinite expanse of beauty waiting to be discovered. Some find the long distances between civilizations unnerving. I love them. There is nothing like a road trip across Canada.
So when I was looking for this morning’s little visual coffee break, I stumbled on this beauty from the folks over at Cereal Magazine. It struck a nerve in the best way possible. The way certain lyrics of a certain home spun band do.