It is the last night of the dance competition and the kids are watching the final show. I have declined to attend, feeling a little “danced-out” after all week. I’m sitting on the deck of our rented condo here in Deerhurst and although the view is nothing incredible, the deck is shady and there is a delightful breeze that is caressing my shoulders and stirring my hair. I’m trying to catch up with the news online while sipping on a glass of wine.
We head back to Ottawa early in the morning to pack up the house and leave our home for the last 19 years. Sweet and sour.
Savouring these few moments of grace.