slayed

uh, that was a weird trip to the Banff Centre. diagnosis: strep throat.  great medical attention available at the clinic at the Banff Centre,  if you must know, but that’s beside the point.  it was -40 degrees.  i managed approximately eight pages of new material before i fell into bed for three delirious days and nights. there came a moment when i turned myself inside out, exposing myself fully through the illness. ice caked the window of my room, jamming the panes shut, and 400 junior olympic athletes moved silently around the campus.

and i drove home on a frigid morning. the wind howled through Canal Flats and i curled my hands into fists on the steering wheel, hanging on.