A sequence of insignificant events led me to drive Les to Bonnie and Brier's house mid-morning to pick up a key, and they asked us to stay for tea in their backyard.
"Do we have time for tea?" Les asked.
"I have time!" (I had been leathering pipe stoppers.)
In the midst of this rainy summer, clouds had completely disappeared for a few hours. It was one of those mild, golden-blue days that make me love August better than any other month. Perhaps this is the nicest day of the year. Half an hour in a friend's garden, gazing into their pines, fondling a ginger cat's ears and talking about birds was just what the doctor ordered.
Brier and Bonnie are writing a screenplay. It is exciting to glimpse Brier's creative process. She might join me and Sarah in the writer's circle this fall; that would be great.
On the way home this afternoon I stopped by the Speed River west of Edinburgh Road, a part I've never explored. I intended to hike as far as the parkway, but there was too much light and colour to absorb. In half an hour I moved barely 100 metres from the car. I was tempted to extend my walk, but chose to wait. Let the daily ritual compel itself forward with a sense of anticipation and curiosity. Another day, another direction.
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