Exile

The Texture of Exile

I’m back in Vancouver again, with the year just turning, Midsummer now past, and the days now growing imperceptibly shorter. Summer finally arrived, belatedly, in late June just as the solstice came, with that intense dappling of light and shade under the trees in the West End, so that I have to be very cautious on your bicycle at intersections, when shadow suddenly swallows me and hides me from drivers.