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Monday, Jul. 19, 2004 @ 11:01 pm
Kelowna



Okanagan afternoons - the cool green lake and eternal laughter, just beyond the cherry trees. Apricot trees. Orange fuzzy ornaments, so ripe they bruise from looking. Jen and I are underwater. Quiet, dark green. Bubbles escape from her mouth. It hurts just to be here, sleeping on the rocks beside her. Achingly beautiful.

To town, to town, a thousand stars and the hot unrelenting breeze. The streets are crowded and traffic slows. The boys and girls are out, to Main, to Water. Small town summer night heat. Tilt-a-whirl. Merry-go-round. A time lost and found.

Midnight and the northern lights. Green sheets of light, folding and unfolding on the northern horizon. Again in the water, this time it is black obsidian. It slips around me, replacing my clothes. The four of us, completely free, bared, exposed in the pale shimmer of the northern lights. Dark water, submerged, which way is up?


Lake Okanagan and Me


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