On our tenth day of Christmas, our journey takes us back on the road to our final destination. Hopefully, Kip won’t announce that the mobile crate is dragging as we pull from the drive. On this trip we have 80 additional passengers; fresh blue point oysters
We are going international; on our way to Lake Huron. It is a relatively short drive; two and a half hours door to door.
As we cross the border there is still no snow in sight. We begin to resign ourselves to the fact that there will be no x-country skiing during this year’s journey…
Ten minutes later I see this
Some time later, as I stare at the dance in the fireplace, I begin to settle into a mindful state. I love when my person feels her moment. When she embraces who she is. When she is one with her Ghost in Me.