the weatherman's hut

At the top of a peak in Banff, gotten there not in the self-propelled way but with two busloads of Chinese senior citizens. Still, a gorgeous day in proper mountain air.

At the top of a peak in Banff, gotten there not in the self-propelled way but with two busloads of Chinese senior citizens. Still, a gorgeous day in proper mountain air.

I've been quiet.

I went out west, spoke at the Walk to Remember, visited my brother in Calgary, ducked into the mountains again or at least the eastern edge of them, then came home for Thanksgiving feeling filled-up and pent-up and reflective. I haven't done any writing for a week and I feel like an addict ready to crack. I've missed my boys. I'm frantic. I need to not speak for a month. I need to be a social vegan. There's so much on my mind I can't find words for it, now when I need 10,000 more.