You are magnetic north;
All my paths converge on you.
You are the tropics;
my Cancer and my Capricorn.
You are the forests;
the leafy groves where my dreams dwell.
You are the mountains,
with heights I could not imagine.
You are the seven seas;
I bob on your waves and tides.
You are the equator;
the widest part of my existence.
You are my world.
Nineteen years ago today, at sunset, the Everloving and I stood on the dock at Trout Lake and plighted our troth. There were a few friends with us, we sang “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life“, and we had our wedding supper at Wazubbee’s.
Her mother said it wouldn’t last a year. My mother said it wouldn’t last a year. Just goes to show, mothers are not always right.