Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Mid-July weather has enraptured Ottawa on Easter Week-end 2010. Heat and blazing sun sending people into the outdoors as never before in April. Out with the baby strollers, flashy convertibles, motorcycles, bicycles and tandems; motorized wheelchairs.
Britannia Beach is packed with sun worshippers, swim-suit clad tossing beach balls, throwing Frisbees, walking their overheated dogs, anointing children's limbs with sunblock, while gulls screech derisively and sweep overhead.
Canada geese waddle along, pecking the greensward beside the sparkling Ottawa river, and mallards bob and bask along in the slow currents, not far from the Remi rapids, famed and framed in early Canadian woodcuts.
On Parliament Hill, visitors swarm the wide green spaces, snapping photos and posing for their personal posterity. Tourists fling themselves into the lively atmosphere at Byward Market, sitting prettily at outdoor cafes, eschewing the Capital's capacious museum interiors.
A plenitude of multifarious peoples from everywhere on Earth, now Canadian, revel in the release from winter's hard place, and lend themselves to the carnival of celebration; the divinity of one arisen from that dark place humankind so fears;
the divinely eternal mechanistic plans of Mother Nature rescuing all her creatures from wintry chill to the awakening of spring.
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