Canada, I love you. I remember the beauty of my country when I was a small child. I remember Rattlesnake Point, the dark woods and the rocks breaking up out of the ground. I didn't grasp how vast this country was until much later, in my twenties, driving out to BC. There's so much room here, so much clean water, so much clean air. This land will outlive its politicians. They're a puff of smoke on the wind. When I'm in the great beyond, Canada, I will remember you as I remember those I have loved personally to the heart, to the blood, and to the bone.