Frosted windows and looming Christmas decorations bring on a sense of de ja vu.
It was as though everything would happen again. Winter was coming, and as it slowly draped its arms across the streets of Edmonton, the warm, open door of spring, summer and fall slowly began to shut.
Steam whispers from hot drinks, and the bubbling sounds of summer are replaced with the cold clip of heels on grey/white pavement.
With the cool breezes I feel the urge to wander – find something. The question is, what is lost.
I put on old sweaters that I had retired for the season, and my stomach turns over as though its being pulled in too many directions.
So I read. I write. I create – and although my body is stuck between walls – my mind is free to wander.