To troll First of all, a description of the day out there: the weather news from 4:47am today. I am under the blue streamer, in Owen Sound. From Environment Canada at 11am-ish…. Phoned my Collingwood rehearsal before 8am and said it looked iffy, then went back to sleep. Everything is white again. All of this adds up to Permission. To sleep, which I’ve done. To stretch the day into a different shape, which I’m doing. A shape that can contain a sense of the eternal. A shape that defies distance and time and brings all the resonant things I love here, into this pulsing place. To decide, then, what to do with all of this wealth. The art show is up, and we raised the roof well last night, in celebration of all of us. I will write music now, and sing. Have I said this before? Snow days are SUCH a gift.