Ten Feet Tall

I remember it clear as day …

the warm, beige, patterned carpets; the passive squeal of the luggage carts; hollow-eyed travellers straining their eyes at the endless zeroes and ones of the departures board.

No idea why, or where I’d come in from, but it was definitely Vancouver Airport and I was definitely worn down, hungover, a little bent out of shape.

I pressed Play on the ipHone and at that very second, as the opening beat kicked in, the whole scene in front of me transformed into an ethereal slow-motion tapestry. The music resonated with my soul.

I felt Ten Feet Tall.