The Treasury

Back home; end of another month, another summer. Sitting on a picnic table as the light rain falls on the blackberry, the soft waves of the Atlantic rippling on the shore line 15 m in front, the horizon calm and wondrous and beckoning ahead. Othello just begun indoors, where you were too late to make the seating cut. So left to think here for awhile, before heading off to plan the rest of another quiet night.

An amazing first foray into South America just concluded, thoughts turn to the next ridiculous global sight-seeing excursion. After turning it over and over, I think the genesis of the plan has come alive. Excellently, the way now leads through the 2nd, and arguably most inaccessible, new Wonders at Petra.

But really, the trip and brief aftermath really demonstrate the need to leave Halifax more permanently. The rain has opened up (such that I am typing inside a sweater, basically) but even with more time, there's not much else to elaborate. You must go. 6 months from now seems the right timeframe, and the will and means are there.

I love the inevitable. Happy Labour Day.