By the lake

we walked by the lake holding hands

precious minutes soon to vanish in the dusk

I wanted to flap my wings like the seagulls and fly

spread my love to the world in the never-ending sky

A misty evening in Toronto

"Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."

E. L. Doctorow