Haven’t been writing for a while, again. Like other times, it seems when the routine is broken, the writing suffers. This time, I had mom and dad visiting for a few weeks. It was quite a nice time. And different from many visits.
For one, it was just me and dad alone for several days. After they both arrived on the Wednesday evening, mom hopped a plane again on Thursday afternoon, heading to Toronto for the weekend. So for the first time, it was just me and dad in Ottawa for around three days. A low key time with some walking, a football game to attend. And some quiet times around the house.
Once mom got back, things picked up activity wise. But not overly so. Mornings were generally quiet and a few trips around town are nice.
Once they left (Last Tuesday), things felt very quiet. After weeks of the parents being around, it’s always odd to be home alone again. The first day or so of that is usually the loneliest I get in Ottawa.
Winter Is Coming
Winter is coming
Patio stones lay bare out back
The wicker having migrated
Sitting now in furnished computer room
Peering out at leafless trees
A sea of wood poles
Reaching up into the grey
With spindly bare tops as surf
Atop my wooden ocean
A few brown leaves remain
Clinging hard to remnants of summer
Soon to be swept away
In a losing battle
With ever more frigid gusts.
I prepare for snowshoe season
Walking the winter route
Still engulfed in yellow browns
I slalom twigs and high grasses
Carrying off their seeds
Picking those that velcro to my arms and legs
Flicking them away
Doing my part in their germination.
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