you'll find us in these absences

reading: the tale of two families, dodie smith
watching: les choristes

things have been going along quietly, quietly here. these weeks are pigeons clustered in the gardens and wild rhodedendrons. i have been watching closely for their blossoms with my intemperate ontario eyes. they bloom more showy, more colourful, more fantastically than i imagined.
i have been out and about and have not taken much time to sit home and catch up with long distance voices or even my own close-kept. i've let this project slip too, excused by a constant inability to upload photos. this will be the way of things until september. this morning is cold and rainy and neta and i sat in the kitchen before work, eating oatmeal and gossiping about our last night dreams.

i've been feeling fragmented, unsure of all that is happening around me. unsure of how i ended up here and of this trip by motorbike across bridges and the harbour. the feeling of wind in my mouth and the velvet of your back to hold onto against a speed that will threaten us with flight. my heart's not in my mouth & much more, my heart's not here with us. the ocean waves are small waves and this moment is very much a now, a now, a now.