Seniors weren’t a very large majority but still, most of the people hiking the trails were white haired, hiking-pole carrying types, slow-and-steady walking, who consulted books and took a lot of pictures.
Wow, I thought, waking up the first morning, this feels really good. Naomi felt it too. It feels really good, sometimes, to get away, just as it feels good to come home. We all need a change of place from time to time.
The long walk to baggage claim. Montreal International Airport. Naomi and I are on the moving walkway but the space beside us, a long and wide and very smooth floor, is there for the taking. Two kids, fashionably dressed in black — caps, T-shirts and pants — glide by us on skateboards. “The perfect place to… Continue reading A Poster Remembered
I cannot hop on a plane for a beach right now, I cannot go back into the past.
What I can do is write this blog and go cross-country skiing for the next couple of days, like it or not…
It is a perfect moment, really; the saints say that every moment in the eternal present is perfect. For us less-than-enlightened ordinary folk we’ll take strolls like this any time down a country road in the thaw in late February.
Yesterday two things happened.
One, we lost our hydro energy for about four hours. Two, Naomi inadvertently came up with a great pun. Somehow, they were connected.
It was still snowing, neither heavily or lightly, but relentlessly nonetheless. The wind was still blowing it hither and thither.
What to do?
Write about it!