There’s my splendid view today. Not much to see outside the windows because we’ve been roaring over mountain passes kicking up so much mud, sand and salt the windows are coated at least three inches deep. But at lease I have not been thrown under the bus – so there’s that.
ive even managed to get stuff done. I edited another chapter of Simon’s book and read another story and napped. Goddess knows, the latter was very important.
Interesting thoughts. As soon as th bus drove into the Fraser Valley – just past Hope I had this lovely sigh of relief – or something like that. Suddenly the landscape felt “right” again. Green. Wet. Mountains.
I just have a feeling of comfort here. It’s the only way I can explain it.
