Saturday, January 12, 2013

706. Canuck

When I think of home, certain things occur to me.
Ours is a nation big enough to hold a million tiny dreams and a few great big ones.
Ours is a nation shaped by long, sorrowful winters and precious, short little summers.
Ours is a nation of one person blocking traffic while waiting to make a left hand turn into a Tim Horton's parking lot.