‘Nothing less, but a lot more then I can express’

by Emily Brandsen (Netherlands)

I didn't expect to find Netherlands

‘Nothing less, but a lot more then I can express’ Canada, BC New places, new memories, and new people. Far afield, to travel. A busy matter for mankind. Busy to make memories. Memories of mountain falls and tropical forests. This month I visit the land of the wondrous works in the battle of the pipeline in the territory of the indigenous people. Canada Rockies here I am. Flying over the ocean, back at a place I used to know. Do I know? Vancouver, British Columbia. Grouse Mountain and gravel grind. Gravel crumbled and crackled through the snow. Miraculous memories build together and inspired by the flash. Happiness with a little tension of the still unknown ways. Surrounded by fog and a little woozy. Why am I here? Is this it? Nine to five in the office? My view gets blurry. Eight computer hours, reduced vision. Weekend enters, Hope comes in the picture. Still no complete sight? No, rain is following me. Suitcase wheels are rolling closer. The door closes and the engine starts purring like a puma on the prowl. Rain accompanies and leads to the first stop. Light pops on and the door opens and closes, opens and closes. Eyes get opened over our daily livings. Eggs crack by the morning light and make our bodies rise and shine. Music plays with interference, overruling the huge crater roads. Peace is falling and fortune points the way. I am surrounded by the fog of the Bridal Falls. Disturbed by the passing water, flowing on the gravel with joy. Surrounded by the Hope, relive memories of the wondrous works. Every mile closer and more connected, a priceless view. Mighty dikes rising and rising… Suddenly disturbed by the darkness. A glimpse of light appearing from a distance. Dripping rocks. Feeling the danger, also felt in 1910. You hear the train passing afar. Anxious to see if its ragging comes closer. Bounding me and my new friend. Together we stay strong and we will win the battle. And see the light again. Blue waters appearing tumultuous makes us curious. Magnificent waves in the shape of falls bring us closer to the railing. The overwhelming view of the blue, almost green waters from the glaciers. Passing by the solid rocks, rounding the corner. Again darkness. Again, a light within a distance. Trickling water from the rocks and drowned in darkness. Dots get connected. My brain is hacked, and a happy whim shows up. The wooden bridges are strong and connect the one piece with the other part. The people are friendly and say: Hi, how are you doing. Whereas you answer, good how are you doing. That is, it. Nothing more than these sentences. The people pas and the time is passing by. The motor is roaring and gasoline starts working. The meter gets down, more and more. Another week passed, and mountains are rising again. The roads are appearing and shining like a race track. You feel like a racer with the speediest race car, afraid the one behind passes. Enemies on the road, but never as big as the rising rocks, getting bigger and bigger. Our breath is almost gone, and the one and only words we keep saying are: ‘watch this view’. Every mile gives more sight of the magnificent, grandiose picture of what is made in the first days of the earth. The car gets a break, the people do not. The excitement is too much to take a break and standstill. Our world is covered by forest, the trees are watching us. As a shelter for the storm. The air is filled with the sound of water dissolving. A sound of music in your ears, taking care of the excitement. The roots of this sound, and way its floats are not visible. The time stands still and you only know how this all looks in the moment. Moment of peace, within the darkness of the forest. Covered by the leaves of the moment, the excitement of the time the clock ticks at the moment. Nothing less, but a lot more than I can express.