23 years
two floors, three offices
my faithful companion
has followed me
despite offers of replacement
Olympia remained
by my side
tickled by fingers
five days a week
answers were the same
except when decimal button
was pushed out of sinc,
what’s a .0006 anyways
Olympia remains
by my side
in my own environment
full wolf moon waning
leaves brilliant clear skies
while the sharpness of footsteps,
the crunch of Sorels
connecting with frozen earth,
gifts us with a perfect winter day
Freezing drizzle falls without warning.
Apparently there is a difference between
freezing drizzle and freezing rain;
one is slick and slippery as a frozen pond;
and the other a mix of snow and ice
creating a wee bit of crust boots can grab onto.
I’ve given up understanding the new descriptions.
What falls, falls and we deal with it.
I digress...
Returning from errands as the freezing drizzle fell
this lone figure appeared on the street.
Dressed in fluorescent yellow he plodded along.
I recognized him, a resident marathoner
who has returned to running at night,
no matter the weather. Just him in his element.
I stood watching as he ran into the park,
head erect, not as agile as he once was
but he ran in the drizzle, perhaps thinking of his loss,
running for her, his beloved of 55 years, now passed.
Is he hearing her voice, sensing her presence,
as he runs in darkness, the falling ice dulls his pain.
A chilly day at least for me in this northern climate,
chilly being -25C as the sun rises, bahhh, it is nothing.
One just needs to bundle up wearing woollen socks in Sorels,
two scarves, hooded parka so heavy it feels like an 80 lb weight on the body,
and mitts, O those mitts, not gloves as fingers are separated from warmth
but true double knitted mitts lined in alpaca wool to keep fingers toasty.
Just another winter day in Canada ...
