I shared my thoughts with you, so long ago of a place to be only mine.
A secret haven, a place of beauty for me to possess and guard with the selfishness of youth.
My dreams of beauty and splendor, of seeing the world through rose coloured glasses and without the jaded eyes that age brings.
I have found that place, but am left disappointed.
How can I possess something so beautiful?
And guard it from others like me, people who want to see the best of life?
How can I keep a bit of the world for myself?
The answer is I can’t.
Instead I captured beauty in a moment, a memory to last a lifetime if only on my shelf.
A glorious spot that is no longer only mine.
The (Western) Canadian 