Daycare
A bright morning. The day is big and blue and clean.
White snowbanks line the sidewalk like mountain ranges. Birds are chirping, and this is a surprise– a memory of music revived after a long dormancy. Each day I enter now linked to one previously lived. Today is the ghost-image of my father and I cross-country skiing in the Gatineau Hills. Those days limitless and expanding. Each one just so full of space.
