The Smoke

I think that God’s been smoking all afternoon. His sky’s heavy with thick grey clouds, thinning as they move away.

Small splashes of neon gold confirm that this year, the fields behind us are pregnant with canola; this desk at which I’m sat, built by Deema and painted yellow will, in a few weeks, soften naturally into these surroundings.

Living in the center of most noise, I’m no longer used to the quiet of suburbs. For most of the early evening, I sat at the window listening to the only sounds available – rain, and birds. Lethbridge, for this moment in time, brings with it a welcome peace.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Late night slumber parties buoyed by hysterical laughter.
2. Slow-moving mornings begun in a cool room, beneath a sea of covers.
3. Morning coffee had at 2pm in the afternoon.

Lethbridge | Day 205 | June 23, 2019

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