Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Quote for the day
I do many things on returning home from travels abroad, but smelling the air is always one of the first orders of business. I exit the plane. I make my way up the ramp. I collect baggage at the carousel. And then I head for the sliding glass doors, knowing exactly what's in store. I'm about to whisk free of airport and plane smells and emerge into -- deep breath now, draw it in, hold it, exhale -- Vancouver. Saline back scents, evergreen, pulp and fuel. Vancouver is many things when I leave. But when I return, it's always a port city hemmed in by a coastal Douglas fir rainforest. And it announces itself by scent.