Glaciers melt into Canada.

Oh how I remembered you, the top of Salkantay. The hill above Lake Waterton shall be titled bed of windbreaker jackets. From Glacier we dove into Canada, threw out our firewood and were entered into God’s country. Waterton Lakes came along with a Mrs. Black Bear and cinnamon climbing cubs. Now I wait for nature to grab me. For this is more fortunate then my grabbing nature. For I grabbed a cliff in front of a Prince of Whales Hotel, and the lakes wind breaker jacket grabbed me. Glacier can provide Gods voice, while the wind at Waterton Lake provides God’s breath. For there, there is no free will for a suicide dream. These are the moments where my thoughts feel intimate. Maybe if there was a prince of whales in the depths of waterton lake, he could have noticed the depth of joy I shouted from my thoughts. We met a man named Demitri and he might know. He’s up at Cameron Lake. A shadow of what is to come at Lake Louise. Demitri slept with one half of his body in Canada and one half in the US. He plays a flute on the shores of Waterton Lake hoping for 11 times echo. 7 years from now I hope to hear your flute Demitri from Bulgaria and now Cameron Lake, Canada. I hope many of us meet you.