Anodyne
Sunday, December 03, 2006
 

Sunday morning sky, slow-mo grey. Each North Shore tree distinct, white-edged, in the last sunfalls on the snowy slopes. Cutblocks for condos, white scars, crisscrossed with the black threads of new crescents and courts. Cranes halfway up the hillside, building new Anthem and Polygon properties. Erecting granite countertops and Douglas fir floors. A thousand working-class hammers driving lattes and arugula, chunky black-frame glasses, and "that laid-back West Coast vibe."

A World Class City that actually resembles its backlit caricature out in YVR's arrival halls.


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