The Hues That Could Not Be Caught
August 10, 2025 Some moments demand a photograph. Others defy it entirely, spilling past the frame before your hands could even find the camera. Tonight was one of those moments. The day began early, the sky just waking as I drove into Courtenay to pick up my daughter for Highland dancing. Watching her move, light on her feet, was like watching joy itself take form — a reminder that some traditions carry the heartbeat of generations. From there, the day bloomed hot, nearly 40°C, the air humming with summer’s weight. We meet friends for a round of mini golf at 3 in black creek , and somewhere between the laughter, the easy competition, and the chatter, I felt that familiar sweep — that great, emotional tide that comes whenever I’m with my friend Ezraaaa. Time stretches differently in those moments. Everything feels possible. Everything feels infinite. After dropping my daughter off around 8:40, I made a quick stop at Walmart to scout for photo frames. A practical errand, nothi...