Well yass, back in Saskatoon, back at school, back to fall, etc. Back to the basement suite, where all the magic happens. Did class work while listening to
The Sensual Sounds of the Modern Men, one of those albums that has taken awhile, but it's started to grow. On me.
I believe something new has started to grow. Visited Winnipeg briefly in August--previously, I had only passed through there on the bus. Winnipeg for me was an orange countertop in the bus stop at three a.m.; a frozen player's filtre with fries. Now: Winnipeg is concrete radiating heat in the bare sunshine; slow flow chocolate rivers; witnessing distant wedding portraits--black and white figures framed in brick and concrete shadows downtown; vinylly serious record shops; the best tomato spinach salad I've ever eaten. Not to mention Whisky Dix.
Went to Jasper for the first time in years. Watched Tears for Fears perform on the beach.
That part's a lie. Got together with old friends, and started to make some new ones.
Re-learned the not-so-secret code of summer: suck up that sun while you can.
Funny how a season can be wrapped up in a little package and placed in the hibernation drawer. This past summer's dreams will carry over to next summer; last winter's joys and disciplines are currently being unpacked.
I believe something new has started to grow. Visited Winnipeg briefly in August--previously, I had only passed through there on the bus. Winnipeg for me was an orange countertop in the bus stop at three a.m.; a frozen player's filtre with fries. Now: Winnipeg is concrete radiating heat in the bare sunshine; slow flow chocolate rivers; witnessing distant wedding portraits--black and white figures framed in brick and concrete shadows downtown; vinylly serious record shops; the best tomato spinach salad I've ever eaten. Not to mention Whisky Dix.
Went to Jasper for the first time in years. Watched Tears for Fears perform on the beach.
That part's a lie. Got together with old friends, and started to make some new ones.
Re-learned the not-so-secret code of summer: suck up that sun while you can.
Funny how a season can be wrapped up in a little package and placed in the hibernation drawer. This past summer's dreams will carry over to next summer; last winter's joys and disciplines are currently being unpacked. 
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