POSTCARD FROM FORT STEELE
““To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.””
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.
