Stories Live Here

I went for a walk on Nose Hill on Sunday. When I sat in the grass it was so quiet the sound of my breathing was louder than the sounds around me. Then the wind picked up and rustled the grasses, and a bird called from down in the valley.

I walked into the valley, into an aspen forest. The landscape on the hill is horizontal, but the aspen adds a verticalness I love. It always feels as if I’m stepping into a fairy tale, where you never know what you might find around the next corner.

Maureen