The slightly out of sync "s"'s from the congregation that were pronounced at the Catholic churches of both Arima, Trinidad and Newfoundland, Canada cascaded from the alter to the back pews with the same speed and sincerity. Their backdrops included a wedding with distant steel pan echoes soaked in tropical breeze and an entire town's overflowing heart that would follow the hearse slowly down the road.
On a Saturday in the fall, some friends and I hiked to the top of a mountain an hour away from Montreal to see the autumn colours. Every few minutes we'd turn around to take a break from the climb and be surprised by the new hills, lakes, trees and homes that would reveal themselves. At the summit, my girlfriend told me she might be starting to understand me. Onward with love, death and life.