Winnipeg:
It'll always bring me back again, the charm of a small town with big city living. Home is where the heart is. Winnipeg has mine under lock and key.
Metal Wings and artificial air. I can feel my breath getting stale. I know I am growing distant from the fresh ocean breeze and the green that surrounded me. Jumping into a time machine, where the world I arrive in is white and cold.
Time moves quickly, and I am in a constant wait for something, or a line up for somewhere. Swollen and haggard my arrival is dark and quiet. Slipping into the silent winter’s sleep. The streetlights are blindly confusing; as my eyes adjust to a place I always called home.
When you take away all the clutter and sparkling accessories of city life everything becomes clear. We are all here to live life. I am living life where everything makes sense.