Easter
It’s beautiful outside, as seen from the living room window here in Owen Sound, and before the sun sets I think I’ll take my family’s small shaggy dog out for a walk. Being home is good, and Easter is a wonderful excuse for far too much good food. I went to the farmer’s market today, and it felt like everyone knew my name. I bought vintage belt buckles at prices Toronto will never see.
The afternoon has been sunny and sleepy. I’ve been waking up exhausted from dreaming and the day at this time feels thick, like warm sheep’s wool damp under your fingers.
