The Canadian immigration forms went in today. The application fee has been paid. The die has been cast, and we are now in the hands of others….
Rob emailed me the news: I went outside, into the gathering dusk, and lifted my glass in a silent libation.
The earth is turning on its axis, night comes, and then it will be morning. Who knows what our personal world will look like, next year, five years from now, a decade hence?
We make our choices, take certain steps, and that is all we can do: eliminate some possibilities, create or invite others – and let our lives go on their unpredictable way.
Like children, we have tossed a twig into the river, and will run alongside it, down the bank, shouting and whooping until we see where it fetches up.