For M, it’s October study days; for me time to be with her – and myself.
To recharge, begin new work, and finish old.
At times like this I think about a little boy whose longing for travel and adventure was represented by a boy’s palm-size stone that I collected from the laneway of a favorite uncle who lived eighty miles from my hometown of Owen Sound in a splendid place called Guelph.* I put that stone atop the bureau I shared with my brother T, and more than occasionally would pick it up and rub it, thinking about travel to not only Guelph but to other places that I could only hope would be as splendid.
