Sunlight is scarce in the winter months, but as the season turns, the planet whizzing on its galactic orbit, the first signs of spring appear.
A break in the cloudy dome. Wispy tendrils weave an atmospheric veil, thin and other-worldly. Blowing softly but persistently from the South Pacific.
Old familiar places are suddenly transformed into an alien world, where shape and shadows interact in a certain slant of light. You cannot help but see yourself as a tiny organism clinging to a rock as it hurls across the universe.
What will they say about us a thousand years from now? What mark will we leave in the fiery sky?
The ones who wilted in the silent whimpers
Or the ones who went out with a bang.
Clouds twist and bend as they traverse the firmament. An orange haze glows on the horizon. Lonesome mariners think of home as the bay is draped in golden silence.
The Salish natives believe in a mythical beast called Ogopogo. The snake in the lake. Also called The wicked one by the Chinook. It is said to inhabit the Okanagan lake. Like the Loch Ness monster, it’s been sighted now and then, but the evidence of its existence is rather scant.
Why am I telling you this? No reason. I just thought you might like to know about the legend of Ogopogo.
Heed the imploring bard
“Arise, fair sun!”
Dormant beauty of helium
Weave the silken threads of your loom
Your tapestry embroidered in plasma
Let us have our fill of cup
And rejoice 'till the dawn of twilight.
