On a ferry


In the weariness of world violence, in the endless distractions and faux-fascinations that seek to shred your soul and bury your spirit, there comes something as simple and blithely wonderful as a moment on a ferry: a young man polishing the Spirit of Vancouver Island’s brass bell with easy patience, a woman with magnificent flying purple-tinged hair looking out over Galiano Island, standing silent with a friend.


  1. I look for these simple moments of beauty every day. Welcome to the West Coast, by the way. I’ve been meaning to write for some time to say welcome to this beautiful part of the world.

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