When I returned to Calgary the snow was ankle deep and being blown along by frigid arctic winds. I immediately regretted my decision to come home.
I stepped onto the train intending to go one station and then switch immediately to the airport shuttle. When the doors to the train closed I turned and much to my surprise saw a familiar face, in a country I am not from, on a train I should not be on.
Having absolutely exhausted myself climbing up and down a godforsaken mountain Perrin and I headed to see his girlfriend Mizue and have dinner before I went to my hostel and died. We had an hour or so to kill and neither of us felt like walking so we stopped for a coffee, tea for Perrin…
When the plane left the ground it became apparent that the clouds above us were in fact not merely clouds but some kind of ether with the consistency of bad soup, the windows streamed with a sudden accumulation of precipitation and the engines whined loudly as our small craft slowly rose through the brick like mass of fog alight with iridescent blues and purples.