I love living in an unexpected world. I’m going to Calgary.
There was already the thought floating. I’d agreed to go with Mishka to the Stampede, but now! Now I have incentive. You’re right. If you were here, we would be in the park with strawberries. You streched out on your elbows, more lanky than I, my skirt would be hiked higher than yours. Eyes open. I suddenly don’t miss you anymore. You are real, here in text, in written word.
I still wonder why you painted that five to canvas.