At the bus stop coming home from the work today, a young Innu/Chipewayan looking guy came up and asked if the bus was free. This is in a city of about a million people. Innu are the northern folks that used to be called Eskimos. Chipewayan are a northern group of people that used to be called Indians. Just for geographic context, I live in Edmonton, lat. 54 N., used to be called Gateway to the North.
So, young buddy was informed he needed 2.85 to take the bus to West Ed Mall. He ran across a busy street like a fkn ninja. He also had eyes that looked like they could see for miles, watching for game. I definitely dont mean a game on Feckbook, I mean like seeing if a herd of caribou was coming, or if some other edible beast was coming within rifle range. First trip to the city for young dude, but 99.9% of the people in that city couldnt do what he does.
Run soft, move silent, see everything.
Then the bus came. Initially, there were 4 of us at the bus stop, 5 more showed up, it was packed to begin with. Wheelchair, 3 baby strollers, 15 different ethnic groups. I could see northern buddy shrinking into the background, but he got his transfer and I am sure he got where he was headed.
I like lots of space, too. I am down with the northern folk but a little too much dark in the winter. What is to be envied is the old attention to the natural world that those glued to their phones have lost so quickly. Where is east or west? many could not answer without a map. To run like a wolf, see like a hawk, be self sufficient and part of your world : completely incomprehensible hippy-dippy concepts to most phone-drones.
Migwetch, young hunter. Soyez bien.
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