Leaving my house on a warm summer morning hearing the birds singing and bees buzzing by flowers which fill the air with the scent of nature and life; I would always take a moment to pause and look north at the towering mountains that bless our city with great admiration before heading off to wherever I was going.
Standing in the middle of the grass fields of Douglas Park late at night in the summer with a friend, staring up at the sky looking at the stars.
Walking up the hill the the 25 bus-stop in the morning on the way to school, the rain pouding on my umbrella while lugging my cello and my heavy backpack feeling terrible unpleasant and wet.
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