10 thoughts on “Mourning Light

  1. I’m with ledrakenoir on this one. I was born and raised in Halifax – where fog is the rule not the exception. And always I could “feel” the city living and breathing behind the fog – always knowing that the disruption of vision was not the disruption of the reality. And as always, managing fog meant picking your way through it with your sight on that which is close while you wait for it to clear. Eventually time erases the fog and you can once again see clearly to the horizon.

    Cool tribute Robyn.

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    • Nice thoughts as usual, Paul… and as usual, I just adore how you perceive and write those thoughts down.
      Speaking of Halifax, I’m not far from, being in the Hubbards area at the moment. God, it’s beautiful and so feels like home… I am really going to hate leaving again…
      I also wonder when we might welcome a new blogging website… 😉
      Cheers, my friend.


      • Hubbards is beautiful. My Mother had a friend with a cottage on a lake in Hubbards. We used to spend a week or two each summer at her cottage. When I was a teen I used to work for a bakery in the summer that did deliveries in Hubbards – loved that run, it went around Peggy’s Cove as well.

        I am working to get the new computer on line – for some reason it won’t hook to my DSL. I will figure it out. 😀


    • You, my sweet, I have been missing so much. I was trying to do the weekly ‘fill you in all I read in the emails’ through the week, but the best of intentions, blah, blah, blah… Anyway, thanks so much Rachel… huge hugs back.


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