A setting sun
Illuminates existence
So that its divinity
Is apparent
To even the most ardent atheist
Illuminates existence
So that its divinity
Is apparent
To even the most ardent atheist
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn
And so it begins
Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.