I'm sick of hearing about corruption consumerism and 2-year-old transgendered children who give reason for people to question what it is to posess genitalia, or to be human. I flew to Merritt on Saturday and in between Calgary and Kelowna I jolted with a sore neck and self-conscious debates on whether I had been emitting those sleeping sounds so loved by strangers sitting inches away from each other. I looked out the window to see the tops of mountains spanning forever outward, looking only a hundred yards below, illuminated under that ball of cheese with a face. It was beautiful.

It's nice to be somewhere that is swallowed. I look out the window and the predominance is hills, foothills, small mountains. Flying I looked to see where humans were, and was calmed by how much black there was. The boarders of cities looked like islands, dropping off to the oblivion of nature, no-mans land. The unknown. That which we tame and dominate and study. Did you know that the Albatross has a wingspan over 11 feet?

I suppose the Saskatchewan sky, subject to none, competing only with small hilly treats like the Qu'appelle valley is also beautiful and gives reason for similar feelings, though tall apartment buildings interfere. I am used to it so it has worn off on me. I hear marriage can be like that.

It was nice to spend some time in a different province, different terrain to lust over. It is only at those times, if I can manage to be alone in thought and usually person, where nature dominates, where I am freed from these troubles and occurrences, reminding me to simply appreciate that I am living, however faultily, among the faulty, on land.

Sometimes people just need to shut up for a minute or two about how corrupt the human race is and just let it go for a while, a moment.