SOMETIMES

Nothing can compare to Vancouver in the spring.
There's fresh air, birds chirping cheerfully, cherry blossoms galore, parted clouds revealing the North Shore mountains in all their snowy-capped glory, and those eager Vancouverites who enthusiastically dare to bare their still snowy white shins on the first sunny (but chilly) days of the season. ( Read more... )

    Jones sips his drink. It's Scotch, and heats him all the way down. "Just because I believe in ethics doesn't mean that I have to be Mother Teresa. There's a middle ground."

"Ah, the famous middle ground." He gets the feeling that Eve is enjoying this, but then, if he's honest, so is he. "Jones, you're one of those people who's never had to ( Read more... )