Thank you, Louise!

Thank you so much! It’s definitely a fear of mine 😬

Québécois: 👀

It’s a shame that the best time of year is so short-lived up north. Blink and you’ll miss it. Soaking it in until last light.

Wrote some things. Had pumpkin pie with whipped cream for breakfast. I can do multiple things with my feelings.

I’ve had short hair for years, so I’m a big supporter! 🤝

Oh… no… that’s not…

Tiny provisions.

Repost from @westernwatersheds • In “The Peace of Wild Things,” poet and conservationist, Wendell Berry gave words to the solace we find in places beyond human noise and well, despair. That peace lives in rivers, grasslands, forests, deserts, and the wildlife that depend on them. (Cont'd)

In an attempt to recreate the same kind of joy I felt in 2004 at a small-venue Alexisonfire show, I end up places like this:

There is a bat echolocating above my backyard. I’m going to pretend it is not there, the same way I pretend I don’t believe in ghosts, so they’re less motivated to get me.