“New York is a city of wonders. It’s all land on Earth–and maybe the unearthly ones, Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell–and every emotion from birth to death, every colour present in the sunrise of East Africa to sunset on the Hawaiian Archipelago, rolled into one. It is the unforgiving place where all paths of glory lead; it is the glorious mirage of neon star lights on the edge of a far-fetched and improbable arc of redemption.”


Lake Louise was extraordinary for the mountains in the backdrop. We walked around the lake. The streams flowing into the lake were chilling, even in summer; the mountains, rocks, cliffs, and the trees were primitive and awe-inspiring. You know the feeling you get when you stand in the middle of a place, you look around, and you realize how significant yet how vividly alive you are in this universe? Yes, the Rockies will instil this feeling in you. So I stand in the middle of the mountain nowhere and suddenly thought of Lewis and Clark, making their way across North America (then I remember that hey since they eventually reached the Pacific Ocean* they must’ve cross the Rockies too right).

*Not sure; someone please correct me on that if I’m wrong.



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