The Ferry left the mainland.

Left us on the shore behind.

She said she wasn’t in a hurry.

The Wait she didn’t seem to mind.

The air was damp and salty.

The Wait was long and pure.

We were headed to the island.

On our east coast Celtic Tour.

Found in a Cape Breton Diner

It is a grey light in the early morning rain. I like it here like this in the quiet and calm. She is sleeping and growing and I wait… Between the raindrops somewhere peaceful.

I have never woken up and thought…

‘I am not going to make it through this day.’

What an odd and terrorizing thought that must be.

I’ve been reading Bukowski quotes again.

I am on vacation and have recovered sufficiently enough to begin writing. It took 10 full days this time.

Today we just ate and shopped and visited and talked and ate some more. It’s been a lovely time however I wouldn’t want to make this luxury a habit.

I think it might be time to get into shape.

It is late afternoon and we are going to eat again.

I found this bird house hanging from a string with this note at a beach just to the left of the following photo in Washabuck which is literally the middle of nowhere.

Seems somehow perfect that this kind of anonymous generosity occurs here…

I have decided to gift this to my cousin by marriage Gloria Morrison who seemed pleased.