POSTCARD FROM FORT STEELE

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
— Oscar Wilde

The Rocky Mountains are resting behind my back, whilst the mountain line in front separates Canada from the United States. I relish a moment of solitude. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with fresh air. I can sense the wind touching my skin and listen to the birds gliding through the crystal clear sky. I feel alive.