On April 27th last we returned home to Canada – slightly jarred and damaged – from our winter sojourn on Key Largo. The estate agent knicked our travel plans for the comng year because our former landlord decided the sell the place. Now after 4 months of getting settled in our new locale on terra firma (this time with a corporate landlord and the accommodating nicety of perpetual existence), adjusting to altered living and parking arrangements, familiarizing ourselves with the neighbourhood and the people, daily reliving the splendour of the view of the fertile meadow, the constant motion of the river and the thrill of glimpsing a hawk, a fox and a variety of birds, the sky is at last beginning to clear. The transition is now both up and down as we, like painters of our own work of art, complete the colours and intensity of the entirety of canvass.