It is made of shadows and it is muffled, like there’s loose cotton in your ears. Like you’re in church.
It’s fitting that Thomas Point is so rocky; so was the marriage that was established here in the 1960s.
I looked up from my book about body language and I guess my palms were open or my eyebrows lifted, because he started talking.
Attach me to the rocks on the Canadian Atlantic.
My uncle is squinting toward a dark green rise of land in the Haro Strait, far from us but not as far as the mountains or those heavy grey clouds. “That was a leper colony.”
We hit a low point this morning, but somehow the day went uphill. Straight uphill, to Roger’s Pass at 1,330 metres and on to Lake Louise and Banff. Melani listed the reasons Kendra was in a better mood today, and she was right on all of them: she was really, really looking forward to true mountains, […]