If I could spend the last week of September or the first week of October in Temagami, then maybe this ache would fade. I know it will anyway. There’s nothing left to say, because my words are never good enough. I can hear the north calling me, in a way that you can’t understand until you’ve been there… I have to go back, I have to see the wind dance patterns on the water, taste the air, let the chill in of it cleanse my soul…
I feel as though I’ve lost my shadow – like there’s something intangible that’s gone, and I want to get it back again… something that I took for granted, but now that it’s missing, I feel incomplete.
“Boy, why are you crying,” Wendy asked Peter.