She went up, up, up. Past the trees – tall evergreens that began to look like emerald snowflakes if you hovered just above them, their branches spreading out like the skirts of ballet dances and spectators’ fans all at once – she flew upwards. She swept into an uncontrollable adventure where dreams were more real and alive than reality’s possibilities could ever be.
I grew up in a home where coffee was a very normal occurrence. There was a massive pot brewing every morning, evening and sometimes afternoons. It’s a very Canadian experience, having a continuous supply of coffee and understanding what a double-double truly means.