Friday comes with a steady blue sky and the path thru the park is very green.
Moss is growing on everything; I think even me if I stand in one place.
But out of the forest, on the cliffs, Howe Sound is feeling the push of the wind,
glittering below me.
All around me are fawn lilies. They’re nodding in the wind. Standing tall under the sun. Singing to the last strains of this warm spring day.
When I sit on the cliffs I’m surrounded by them.
The world’s never seemed so big.
I’m losing track of everything I had to say.