I had to stop several times on last nights runt, just to breath, look at the lake and take in the fact that I’m home. Something I haven’t really been in two and a half years.
I kept thinking, I want to bring you here, to show you how magical the mountains look when the sun sets behind them. And I want to show you the view from the top of the skiing slope and take you to that lake in the forest, where I learned to swim as a kid. But then again, you’re in stupid Canada.
Bloody damn Irishmen, getting you drunk and steeling your heart away.