Field Notes

Went to Victoria without a plan

There’s something about the Fulford ferry terminal that makes time feel optional. Not really any slower exactly but just softer. Luna and I biked down to the Harbour with her all tucked in, the kind of ride where the air feels like it’s doing half the work for you. It was after all, going the same way we were. Sun sitting just right. No rush to be anywhere else. With french fries in hand, too many as always. A few for us and a few for the crows, who are never shy about showin