sweet sleep

      A few days ago, while in British Columbia, my friends Jenna and Sage and I made a little visit to Fort Langley. I had a London Fog at the Village Coffee and Tea. Jenna bought special tea for Eddie while Sage and I looked at how a jar of maple syrup lit in gold and ochre when the sun shone through it. Usually when I'm in Fort Langely I like to poke through the shops like the garden store and the Paper Moon, Wendel's Bookstore, antique stores and art galleries but this day was so lovely it was almost painful to put a foot indoors. Instead, after tea and with a handful of honey sticks, we traipsed over the railroad tracks and down to the Fraser River just seconds away to poke at things with sticks and deep breathe the March air. Heading back to the van when Jenna and I stopped just one more time to look at grocery store flowers and Sage burst into tears we knew we'd pushed it just a bit too far. After all this date was for wee her and we'd forgotten it for a moment. To the van we went, honey sticks were reintroduced and clouds parted over a tear-stained perfectly freckled nose and a bobbing head heavy from sleep as we made our way home.
      Is there anything honey can't do?