Another gorgeous day today, a faultless autumn day with white billowing clouds flying amidst the cool October air upon a faint blue sky reflected in the river mirror below. The yellow farms stretch to the distant wooded horizon like defined sketches upon an artist’s easel. Everything today was brisk, my early morning nothingness on the balcony in the mellow penetrating sunshine when a black and yellow hornet drifted in and out, my afternoon appetite quelled on the flagstone patio at the golf club where I overheard the gentlemen applauding their bravado, the narrowness of the roads and the sharpness of the speed competing with a sporty 2-passenger Tesla to the perimeter of Lanark County and then to Equator Coffee for the world’s most authentic tiny cup of triple espresso. Will it never end!

Will it never end? The awakening sounds of geese already marking their custom, soon to be in predictable assembly en masse upon the river awaiting the alert from where to exit southward. The water churns in the north wind, plasters of polished smoothness reaching like orbs and blobs to the shore. The river tree line is a collection of gems and burnished swaths of colour.

And how grateful I am to reacquaint myself with this singular rural community where now everyone whom I know is old. And everyone whom I do not know is young with long legs, flowing hair and pale tender skin. The school children cackle like Magpies in a cluster. I drift away with the breeze upon my mind.

Where did the time go? Will it ever end?

Will it never end?