I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days