Vancouver on a summer evening
Is nothing like New York’s crazy hot neurotic
When you walk down a Vancouver street
In the summer coolness,
The open sky above is huge
Filled with clouds that paint pictures in a palette
Of gray and blue,
Pictures that always seem to lead
To the mountains beyond.
The traffic here is different too.
Even on a busy street, sometimes, without warning
The cars disappear
And for a moment there is no city at all
Just the stillness of night.