The Grand Georgian - Blue Mountain Resort
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... of a land that is painful and lovely and, in belonging to it, demands sacrifice. The last two days here are to be filled with goodbyes and hugs and packing and tidying and an end-of-season bowling party and my last shift on the desk. It is another limbo of sorts, the extended limbo of leave-taking. I don't handle endings all that well; I struggle with the emotions and sentimentality and become gruff and monosyllabic and push people from me. ...
... against the deadweight of winter. Squirrels scramble through the trees. Crows caw and hop around on the wet, loose ground. The mountain is beginning to look how I once imagined it would look like in spring: everything glittering, everything on the move in sudden rivers and streams. St Patrick's was officially held at our staff house last night. Variously termed 'The Boring House', 'The House of Peace' and 'The House of Splendid Cups of Tea, Biscuits ...
... for good this time. In response, my supervisor said a rather cryptic, lovely thing that I didn't really understand the meaning of. She smiled and tilted her head and said, See you at the next location. I may not have entirely understood, but I liked the sound of that. It made it seem somehow as though endings were not really endings at all, or rather that the true ending would be a grand reconciliation, one day, in this world or one of the others. Perhaps ...
... so the spring can be born, so I feel that all the people I have met and befriended here in this place might soon be ripped from me. They will leave yawning holes that will weep silver water for days, weeks to come; a sadness will reign in my heart like an unyielding splinter of winter. But it provides the fertile soil for the experiences of tomorrow. The more that a human heart ruptures, the more open it lies, the more pathways there are inside of ...
... free hot chocolate in the ski lodge, she shook her head gravely and told me how every morning the farmer would ask her, why aren't you happy like Franziska? Franziska was so light, Franziska was so special, Franziska had this way about her. Didn't it drive you crazy? I asked my friend. She nodded emphatically and said: Of course, but you know, I think the poor farmer must have had a crush on her, this Franziska. We darkly concluded that happy people were sometimes a pain in ...