It was so quiet on the island, as though we were the only ones there. The water was blue, and the wind was still. We could hear the song of birds and the soft waves brushing up on the shore, but nothing else. The cool, crisp air rolled in and out of our lungs. We were at peace.
“If I had to die right now, it would be o.k.”
It was that kind of perfect moment.
Last Saturday, Laurence and I went to the islands for the first time. Taking the ferry to get there was quite an experience in itself. The sun was shining and the breeze was fresh as we cruised over the waves, away from the city.
We attended the final (though our first) ALL CAPS music festival. After five years, the 2013 event was announced as the last celebration. We were happy to be a part of it.
Many Toronto musicians took part in making the event successful. It was great hearing different sounds and talents from our BC locals. One band from Vancouver did hit the stage in the afternoon though, and I have to say it made us somewhat nostalgic. At this point we were missing home.
On Sunday, the afternoon shows took place on the beach. How delightful it was laying in the sand as we listened to Eons harmonizing with the sound of waves hitting the shore!
Sunday evening ended in dance, with the very groovy Catl and the grandiose Rich Aucoin. A wonderful end to a memorable sisterly weekend.
Also, I got a haircut. Special thanks to my sister‘s photographic contributions for this post.