english bay

for the first time in recent memory the wind did not prevail
so i ate supper on the beach huddled in the fading warmth
of a pale yellow sun which glistened upon the western waves
while seagulls called out the sorry sum of their grievances

carmel and klimt

there is magic in the national gallery
which does not reproduce
in calendars or glossy magazines
you have to see it for yourself

travel by train

a cocoon of steel and momentum rocks me to sleep, from toronto to ottawa.
snow drives down the tracks, through evening and into night.