A note to a friend fled from Vancouver

From wither barren and frozen wasteland writest thou?
Surely not from Kelowna?
That blighted valley that endureth the harsh and remorseless rays of Summer
and the cold bite of Winter's icy-borne breath?
Kelowna - which hath not seen seen or heard of a mightier fury in ringed fire,
since the days of sulfurous fire-breathing dragons?
from what unbespoken ill dost thou flee this mild and temperate land?
what darkness here in the shadows lurk that canst not follow thee?
what flight hast thou taken? and from what indescribable black foulness fear?

I pray that you shall be safe and girded with the peace that you seek. I am glad that you are abound with life and a little change is good for us all. It has always signalled the casting off of albatrosses. (LLRR - go and read the Rime of the Ancient Mariner) And as we see them plunging down the depths of misery, our lives lighten up a bit and so it is that I hope for you. A little solace is sometimes greater than all the material gifts of this lifetime.


On a separate yet connected note:

I do immensely like Kelowna and the cities that ring the Okanagan.
There is a strange mix of peaceful sedateness and yet a frentic if confused vibrancy there.