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Mid-November.

 

 

 

 

And after the rain, the echo

of what fell.

 Quiet Sunday. Not even a radio

on low volume. I sit in the dragon chair

 

and stare across the dripping trees

and wet rooftops, across Piper's Lagoon

 

and the grandfathered shacks

on the islands, forlorn

 

without summer guests.

Water pushing east, kicking

 

up against rocks

that fool me again.

 

Not whales. Not even seals.

So much to learn

about the sea.

Then it was November.

And I took a break

from writing book reviews

and editing my soon-to-be-released collection of essays

I Wasn't Always Like This (Signature Editions, Winnipeg)

and looking for a regular-type job in Ladysmith or nearby

to have some fun with my Lovely.

 

 

He flew us to Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington ...

 

 

 

 

set up the bikes, and away we went, exploring.

 

 

 

 

 

  

Roche Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington