Seasonal evolutions. Here we go. Studying and working and running and routine. True love. Growing a garden, working in a tin can.☀️

Home. I arrived at 8pm last night in time to surprise @hillarywatsonmusic with flowers on her walk home from work. Perhaps my first ever truly successful surprise. And what a drive it was to pull it off.

Last days on the island, first day of the road home. Twelfth time crossing the continent by road. First time solo. It has slipped by like a dream, this last month here, like a whole season in retrospect, and still, somehow, summer is just beginning.

Drive for hours, across two days on the way up, to the north western tip of the island. I swear it will be worth it. The expanse of sand, the tides, the colours changing with the currents and the arc of the sun, the skewed sense of distance, the wolf pack, the star fish and anemones, the sea caves, the campfires, and the disconnect.

To be amongst those chosen as family in a time of great significance. To be in the presence of friends who have opened up their homes. To bask in heat and sunshine by the ocean in a time of ease and plenty. To be forgiven for poor time management.

“Poly Bros Hit the Road” — Cross the continent in less than a week with Rob. Long-hauling on the front half and then slowing down for time with friends over the last 3 days. The Great Lakes great as ever, their soft sand beaches and crystal blue…

Take work on the road, a multi-stop tour for business and pleasure, and an attempt (successful, I’d say) to make business more pleasurable. It all comes back to care, for me.

Down time. Mostly staying at home. Taking the train sometimes to Toronto. Cuddling my cat. Spending time with new friends and old. Making plans and socializing. Family. Practicing. Sitting in the sun.

Time slips unbeknownst, unfolds itself across the sky and folds itself back in, like seamless origami. Finite but without edges, I watch the contrast heighten and the space between objects grow distinct.