this evening

The window of my bedroom is open and I can hear the wind rising out over Georgian Bay and the rain dripping on the last section of our concrete driveway, the rattle of rainwater falling down the downspout of the eavestrough. Out there the ice is letting go of its grip on Spring.


Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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