At the end of the year, I most happily trade in the idea of glitter and glamour for sparks and songs and neighbourly celebration. Warm hearts and cold hands, glorious sun and frost filled days on Quadra Island. Out of my typical daily frazzle that comes alive on to-do lists and emails, I instead wallow in the luxury of fresh air, reading in the afternoon and enjoying champagne around the camp fire. Dogs and cats wind themselves around our legs and nudge our mittens for a scratch on the head. Friends navigate various dark driveways with treats and bottles in hand, following the sound of laughing kids and crackling embers that leads to the collective camp fire. Silent, dark nights. Restful sleeps. Beach walks. Dancing to old CDs full of memory and emotion. Shucking fresh oysters and capturing new memories…
Red lipstick on the beach and selfies – mandatory.
And someone…is learning… how to drive.
To start a new year right, one must plunge themselves (or slowly dip themselves) into icy cold water.
When I need more days like this, I come back here, and look at these photos over and over again. And I look here, too. And here. And here. And if I want to get really nostalgic, and see how things have grown, and how we’ve changed, I will go all the way back to here. Until next time, Quadra. I look forward to it.