Up from dear never-stop, incredible Pakistani meal walrus-friend Toronto tonight, in dense blowing fog.

We could feel the land breathing as the car hydroplaned through darkness and blur. When we got to high country above the fog into achingly bright stars we saw great flashes of sheet lightning to the north, with blistering great cracks of yellow/orange in-between. Radio loud & good.

we choose ‘through Owen Sound’… note a certain clothing style specific to here outside the bar…. count the lights on the parkway beside Kelso (16 on the left – blurry in fog tonight)…. past Indian River, East Linton… the landmarks get smaller, more specific to walking memories…. glide gentle through giant red pines, to the final, full stop. A pause before the keys turn to utter quiet.


Once again, home astonishes.