Wednesday evening, 2/5: Thinking it might rain tomorrow evening, my last night in Victoria, I took a late walk down to the water to catch the lights on the Parliament Building with my good camera. Because, sure, the rather pompous architecture of the Legislative Building of British Columbia is nice in the daylight – but it’s in the nighttime that it shows all it’s Victorian glory. With the lights showing off the very straight, neo-classical lines of the building, burning like Christmas decorations and reflected in the Pacific right below, you can do nothing but admire it. Seen like that, it’s easy to see why the islanders are proud of their capital.
Walking back along Government Street, under the spring green trees, I was overcome by this feeling. The crowns of the trees were cut into balls, and there was blinking light bulbs on the branches, now half hidden behind the newly opened leaves. The night was mild and there was a soft texture to the air, which must have been due to the ocean. Not crisp, but fresh.
The kind of feeling that inspires me to write, a kind of solemness akin to spirituality. For a place to inspire that feeling, it must be quite special. It is a great compliment. I like Victoria.
Katja Malmborg 