The Death of Summer

As we drive into Sutton, part of my subconscious scowls at the way things are changing. I see beauty around me, the leaves turning scarlet and bright orange, but deep within I cannot accept with wholehearted acceptance the loss of my beloved summer.

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Some Thoughts on the Last Day of July, 2017

As I drive home from Cowansville I’m a bit surprised that I’m not more tired. As I sat in the medical clinic awaiting my number to be called in order to register for a blood test which I had been putting off for weeks, I was mindful how physical exhaustion plays with your mind. For… Continue reading Some Thoughts on the Last Day of July, 2017