from within the narrow tunnel
the howling paroxysm
of the sunspent sky
cunvulsions of hail & lightning
& all that had been, so subtle
so touched with that fair tip of
summer’s brush was blown wild & wide
with gaping seams torn, jagged gentle agonies tossed about like refuse
common became the corpse of such spendor
we sat, ragged & a little beyond,
in the netherworld, waking, but still finding the nightmare
lives & breathes, on & on
(Below, a small clip after it felt safe enough to return to the main floor after waking the kids & taking them to the basement)
Our neighbour is a little wrecked up and that was the worst storm I’ve personally been in. Was super loud & super scary. Brief. But scary. Other parts of the city didn’t even get rain, while at our house it was so loud between the hail, the debris, the rain, and the wind I wasn’t sure that it wasn’t a tornado at the time. I was definitely concerned the willow would blow over. Had to get the kids out of possible harm’s way. Better safe than sorry. Made last week’s wind storm look like a sweet tree balet. I’ve never seen the trees bend that way. Wild weather these days.
Well, that was a early jump on summer. Edmonton had been hotter than Florida in Thursday night, but upon returning was not anymore, was about 10C so felt quite cold & rain here is not like rain in Florida, it is cold & hits like little ice pellets. Welcome home, Alberta was saying with a snicker, just in case we thought we would come home to. Early the same temperatures it decided to remind us to put on some clothes & turn on the heat.
All in all, our first time taking our littlest in a plane & a vacation to somewhere not Canadian, was awesome. We didn’t get in everything we wanted to, our energy was mostly consumed by parks & pool but it was super fun & a great first adventure for foreign travel with young children.
What I still feel about the Disney parks is: if you can’t afford it, not to worry. Your kids & you as a parent are not missing something life changing. I’m going to take a rare moment to brag & say, I have kids that don’t seem to melt down at a park in the heat, but we were unusual. I’d been planning my stadegy for weeks & had gone with that as a primary focus, have fun, but if your kids start melting, emotionally or physically, it’s time to leave. The parks are fun, but not life changing. I’ve easily enjoyed the trips we’ve taken to the mountains & ocean & frankly, Winnipeg on grueling road trips just as much. The rides and expressions & excitement they generate, of course that’s awesome fun. But such simple things like your kids just playing in sand & waves is awesome too. Taking them to see wildlife, & camping, & board games & long talks, these are all incredibly amazing & fun. Take them tubing on a river in real life instead of a theme park, & sing silly songs & listen to them prattle on about nothing. Watch old movies with them & take the time to get to know them. If Disney never happens it is no big loss. It is easily replaced by other fun adventures.
Well, it knows how to rain in Florida, & apparently it’s odd we choose outside in the humidity, but, it’s like a steam-bath on the skin so, cribbage in the humidity it is.
You can take the girl out of Canada but you can’t take Canada out of the girl. Despite the temperature I need a real coffee. Home brew. No ice.
Not melting. That’s good because I’m a little frightened of how cooked I may be in Florida next week.
Just a little drive to Elk Island National Park, since the parks are free this year!
Because Edmonton is so awesome…brrrrr. Ridiculous.
i feel the tonal greys, the gradient shifts
the cool of how snow falls
& misinterprets the rocks
into staggered abstract masterpieces
how blood can slow, running veins
with a slither more than
how the trees hold tight
the buds of spring awaiting
a grey that bubbles up into
a slatey blue, that bursts
open into indigos & fine wines
a sunrise that tips open
cycling in phases of green
ripping the buds from the clutch
of the greedy grey
& suddenly we’re all flying
& suddenly we’re all dreaming
& i’m just broken
& i’m just fine
& i’m just hovering in the warm
& i’m just a bird
& i’ve just got this sky
& i’m just enraptured with a sunset
& that is just
the smallest, most whispered
of gradient shifts
& night falls & falls