i love nurture. from nurture you experience so much more. from nurture you see people skateboarding with their dogs. you see men in black leather pants, with instruments over their shoulders. you see the 8 go by, and wonder who might get off. you see three people get out of a cab, and hear the guy say 'ok, have a good night, call you tomorrow' and part ways from two women. you see cherry blossoms on the trees east of fraser, and the snow to the north on the mountains melting, between the cracks of the red house on the corner, and the vancouver special across the street. you see one person, slowly, sadly, slumping her way home, but know that the way is not far, and that tomorrow things will be different. and you see another skip through the gate, across the street, and onto his porch. skipping the whole way.

i love life, from nurture. fraser street rocks my world.