Leaving Calgary early yesterday morning, I did not finished reading my newspaper and  I decided to take it with me to Salmon Arm.  The Saturday’s Art section of the Globe & Mail is always a delight but it also hides a little secret ” un pêcher mignon “.  On the last page you will find the precious Horoscope.

Like savoring for the first time a Turkish Delight, the reading anticipation of the weekly predictions is like finding an exotic tasting truth, a sugar coated reality and so many chewy possibilities….. Like if the stars possess this unique capacity of knowing your future.

I don’t remember the last time I was able to really look at the stars.
Before going to bed it is one last opportunity to do something out of the ordinary, an invitation to take time to look at the Orion belt, find the North Star or simply feeling inspire by the cosmos. A soft evening lounging on the balcony sitting on anti-gravity chairs we both almost feel like astronauts. Above our heads the hallway of cool air and the parade of bats have started already. Nothing to worry about, you will get used to it.

Across the lake you can hear the familiar metallic sound of another train passing by, it is not rare to loose count after a hundred wagon you know.

Right in front of us, the blinking powerful spot of a lighthouse fascinate your skipper’s imagination, you arrived in town not caring about the same worries that the ones at your full time residence.

If your lucky, a rare lamenting loon in the distance will join the out of tune call of a great heron or maybe just after an evening shower an irresistible choir of frogs will complete your collection of summer’s sound effects.

I almost forgot the unique noise and smell of frying moths on the blue light device that we call the “zapper”.

Every journey here is refreshing, fantastically full of life, so connected to nature.

I need to remember the sensation of your head under water in this refreshing lake. A cold shower once back at home is a mere substitute.

I am just beginning to read the soft wind from the lake telling me that the rain is coming or the crickets opening the nightly concert. I am sitting on the first row, how lucky am I ?

How rewarding it feels to drink from the hose or rinse you feet outside before bedtime at this dwelling.

How privileged to caress the large nostrils of your neighbor.

Wait ! What

We decided to cut the tall fence at the back and it is now possible to see four mellow horses behind our cabin. From our bedroom we observe their frisky behaviour in the morning.

They now recognize us whether we offer apples or not and they freely approach us.  Horses possess this special gift of leaving a strong first impression on human. Right away you just know how intelligent the creature is. On a previous visit Mark installed himself with a portable easel in front of the paddock and with brushes and liquid colors captured the tranquil essence of the beasts. His models have no problem keeping the pose, the wind blowing on their mane reinforces the likeliness of a blond California girl in the sun.