On the water
I took the train to Portland last week. I loved travelling by train, food and comfortable seats, easily accessible bathrooms. Time to have deep conversations, watch the scenery, think.
Saw these two on the Capilano River today. So sweet to see them enjoying the day together.
I miss Happydog today. It's been almost a year since he died. I hate saying put him down, but that's what we did. He was 15 and blind and in pain from arthritis. I wonder if we could have waited. But he wouldn't have gotten better, only in more pain.
It's done. The love affair is over. So much happened here - so much good and so much bad. Transformational, eternal, gut-wrenching. I came to you all fucked up. Without
In the mists…