The Summer Place
Not all journeys go very far. But they can still take time.
I've lived at my family's property, a mere half-hour from Victoria, most summers of my life. Other than the journals I keep on trips, about the only time I write these days is when I wake up at The Summer Place.
I'll stumble across these writings on scraps of paper, in abandoned journals or dashed off on a random page of my meeting notepad. I thought I'd offer them up as I rediscover them. I hope you enjoy the journey.
until it's time to stop