riding in the back seat, I scratch away the ice-white panic of where we are, where we are going

I see a stop sign turned to those who would come towards us

they stay, we go

Images from where you have lived dwell inside you, always ready to set scene for your next rumination. Keep mindful of the stop signs.

Heading out on the highway, Saskatchewan

Heading across the 401 West, Toronto

Heading into a forest, Vancouver Island

Heading across the frosty fields, Prince Edward County

Heading towards the winter beach, Cobourg