Michael thinks about heading home after a marathon in Victoria, BC. And then he thinks some more.
October 12, 2010
It’s 4:40am PST. I’m already tired. Not sleeping. Is it the chocolate I ate from a 5 lb. brick or is it the Diet Coke (don’t ask!) or the relentless conversation in my head with people who are not there? Whatever. It is unlikely I will miss my 7:00am ferry and equally unlikely that I will stay awake during the crossing. The orcas will miss me watching them from the rail of the boat as we go east and they head south. I wonder if they slept last night.
Planned on leaving Victoria yesterday. Might not leave today. “Why come here?” “For the waters.” “Ah, but we are in the desert…” “I was misinformed.” “Ah, mais oui.” In other words, shit happens.
October 14, 2010
“Got the urge for goin'” Joni Mitchell said that. But I didn’t leave today. The geese are forming up in “chevron flight, laughing and racing on before the snow. Joni M also said that. I heard it a long time ago. Still with me. Coming daybreak, I’m leaving. Goin’ home.
October 15, 2010
Left quietly. Before dawn. No geese that I could see/hear. Gonna keep moving south. Things to do at home. Wood to hew, water to haul. Friends to see. Winter coming on.
Photo Credit
“Victoria, British Columbia © Michael Lebowitz . The LongRun Picture Company. All Rights Reserved.
Those were hard days as I recall. Sometime when i read my own stuff it is like it happened to some one else.