As I take a peek outside my home office window, there’s currently no snow in Montréal, but those of us who live in this part of the world know this will likely not be the case for much longer. It’s been a relatively mild autumn so far, but with winter on the horizon, I’m having a hard time figuring out how warmly to dress. It’s not quite fall anymore, but it’s also not yet officially winter. We’re existing in a strange in-between zone.
By Julian Button-Nadon
“Gramps, why does the sea sing to me?”
Dry the socks, always dry the socks—never wear a wet pair too long else they’ll cut yer foot off, or worse the fish’ll get in—squirmin slidin intah yer bones. Eat yer food fast else you’ll not get tah finish, never talk back tah the ribbons else you’ll be the first tah keep night watch. The sea’s loudest at night—DON’T LISTEN.
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