Monday, November 5, 2007

Long May You Ride...

Where has the time gone? It's hanging out with my old bike in front of the Bloor. st cinema. The back tire flat, the front break busted & its rusted, tired surface once gleaming with pride now only a reflection of the long road behind it. This bike was more then a sweet ride. It was a gift at a time of immense change & loss. Leaving it at the side of the road was like tearing a teddy bear from the arms of a 5 year old whose parents just got divorced. You'd think there was an imaginary string section playing some weepy song as I stood there for 15 minutes with my arm outstretched. Sigh. Where has the time gone? It's stumbling through the streets of La Rochelle singing 'les poison, les poison!' Or sitting on top of a hill in Segovia on a rainy night, getting soaked with a bottle of cheap champagne. It's standing on stage with the wind blowing the streamers from her wrists & ankles & our three voices making music in the heart of Salmon Arm. It's making its way from Parkdale to St. Clair west at 5 in the morning, 30 degrees & the birds chirping 'it's way past your bedtime!' Time, time, time.. it's hiding in the canoe we took to the little island up at foxwood. We spread out a blanket & with our books & a bottle of wine, enjoyed the sweet silence that one year of marriage has earned us. & a particular moment in time… stomping my foot on that Massey Hall stage in my lovely red dress & Luke by my side. I apologize for the overly nostalgic tone of this journal. I always get this way this time of year. Happy fall my friends.

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