Sometimes people come into your life…

I’m sitting at my desk overlooking Lake Ontario…

I watched the Eastern White Pine Trees rise up around me…

I stand by the words that I wrote…

I don’t want to live a life with my hands inside the window…

I’m sitting in the cooking shelter that smells like a wood stove…

It’s been a week since I packed up my life and left Vancouver Island…

Three years ago today I arrived in Victoria…

Everyday that I spend…