I miss sushi. (a celebration of Canada's birthday)

I miss sushi among other things. I miss the long, drawn-out summer nights of Alberta, those last hours when the sun lingers seemingly forever on the horizon, refusing to call it a day. I miss her soaring mountains carpeted with pines and the smell of the wet sidewalks after it rains. I miss screaming the lyrics to Dust on the Bottle, a little high on life and drunk on Fireball. I miss the sound of your voices. I miss the the great, big sky- a blue that doesn't exist and painted puffs of cloud. I miss the friendly nods of strangers on the street, walking their dog, or in a rush to work, it never mattered did it? Canadians will nod and give you the corner smile. I miss the ease by which the country opens it's arms to the world and how everyone runs in for a hug. The enthusiasm by which people make Canada their home and native land.  I miss the sing-song of a thousand languages coming together in perfect harmony to create Canada's background noise, where a different language never turned heads. I miss flannel and cowboy boots, the golden wheat fields and campfire smoke in my eyes. Wildflowers. Among other things, I miss sushi. 

Happy Canada Day, Canada, and to all my fellow Canadians wherever in the world you may be. 

Love, 
a forever Canadian

P.S. Here are a few photos taken back in the true north, strong and free!