Clouds most frequently express a metaphor for woefulness, albeit as often as changeable and as fragmentary. As I sailed along the winding countryside roads today I was repeatedly overwhelmed by the inexpressible beauty of the kaleidoscopic atmosphere. Yet as aesthetically pleasing as the fickle clouds were, I recalled the psychic imperative of balancing clarity and obscurity, brightness and shadow, perfection and ambivalence.

It is beyond truthfulness to suggest that every day is as openly necromantic or as positive as today. Like most occurrences – whether we care to admit it or not – the outcome was unpredictable. The uninhibited artistry was of a singular scope, blended with delicate colour and unimaginable vastness. Though I would have thought the lucidity of the skies

The rhapsody was but a welcome backdrop to an otherwise enchanting day. Earlier this morning we frequented the grocery store (to enhance our stores) and the pharmacy (to augment our prescriptions) – dutiful collaborations to round out both essentials and innovation. Not to mention the superlative corollary of expiation.

Fortuitously during my midday cycle, I came upon Dave (of Van Dusen locale) walking his miniature dog. As anxious as the little dog was to continue the appointed task, Dave preferred to relish with me the upcoming 2-week fishing adventure planned with three other chaps in a remote part of Québec whence they would be entirely “off the grid”.  He exuberantly explained – as though by mathematical accommodation of incalculable domesticity – that each of the gentlemen was responsible to cook two meals; and, he ventured to presume – with apparent heated excitement – that there would be successive “fish fries”. And, yes, there would be beer and wines and liqueurs.