epic skies

I’ve just returned from the Banff Calgary Wordfest and I’m packing my things to fly out to the Vancouver International Writers’ Festival. It was lovely to be reading in my former home town. Home-ness, however, has shifted and I no longer feel like when I go to Calgary “I’m going back”– just going to….

There’s a special place in my heart for the prairie skies. I’ve driven between Edmonton and Calgary a great many times since our move and the skies never ceases to astound and beguile me. The clarity of night. The unscripted blue and blue so many blues. The subtle patterns of dark and light.
Three mule deer walking up a coulee. The brightness of their rumps. Like white faces floating in the shades of autumn.

We drove home in the rain.