Trials and Treats

Oh the worries of distance.

This morning I'd thought myself into hysterical tears when I couldn't get in touch with Will. There'd been nothing for the last 14 hours and he wasn't at work. Couldn't get ahold of our house mate/friend Marie.

Clearly the building was on fire and Will was seriously injured.

Turns out he wasn't. Turns out he just needs to invest in a functional phone. Turns out too, that he'd thought I was in an accident.

Turns out distance is hard, when love is such a force of nature in our hearts.


So today I gathered a few of books from my secret stash of books, and got myself a wee treat. Got a further treat from the internet with the announcement of American Gods trailer, a t.v show based on Neil Gaiman's book. I loved it and Anansi Boys.

Catharine Parr Traill's The Backwoods of Canada, Susanna Moodie's Roughing it in the Bush, Trees of North America, The Ecology of the Timber Wolf by the Ontario Government and Letters from Yellowstone by Diane Smith

I hope they turn out to be good reads :) 

Orange Evening

Its late.

The heat lays across the house, like an unwanted, uncomfortable blanket that cannot be shirked.

It teases the body, pushes it up from under the covers, To lay in its red and orange haze, is to feel the tips of hair curling. To feel the skin bead in fine sweat. It is to lay in the mind and be quiet.

To wait.

I think of you in all my quiet moments. In every loud one too.

In those moments I don't want a gesture of romance. I don't want the flowers or the gifts. Nor do I crave the busyness an evening and two lovers have to offer.

All I desire is a smile. A small laugh before I watch you tumble into sleep. My sweet one. My kind one.

My love.