I belong on the ocean, walking in the surf, finding shells and hopping over jellies. So many "we're hiring" signs... If the children were old enough to ride the train alone to visit their father perhaps...but not yet. There are wave hazard signs here like we have burning signs. There are tsunami evacuation route signs along the west coast of the island. We weaved through valleys as mountains rose up around us. Ocean on one side, freshwater rivers on the other. There were a few spots that reminded me of Muskoka in the Summer, but never for long.
At the beach, I kept wondering if I would run into someone from my past, many people seemed to have one or two features in common with my friend Alan, I suppose though, you see what you want to see. I imagined greeting him with a hug, but realized I was desiring something that was not in my reality, and my reality at the moment was freakin' awesome as is.
Tacofino.
Love songs made-up on the spot by my kiddos as they dance around me. "I love you mommy, I love you mommy, you are awesomeness"
Sunsets on secluded lakes brimmed with jagged hills.
Avalanche discussions. Road farts (rumble strips).
Longer rides home then there. Sibling stories.
