My flight was mid-morning. I live an hour and a half from the airport, planned for another half hour to park and take the shuttle to the terminal, and, of course, it’s best to arrive two to three hours in advance of an international flight. So I left in full darkness. A bright crescent moon hung above the night mountain silhouettes, lighting the way to the east. It seemed like a good omen. The sky was getting light and pink by the time I could see the white tent-like roof of the Denver airport.
My brother lives in Toronto and he and several family members rented a cottage a few hours north in Ontario for a week in late June. I spent just one day in Toronto, getting ready to go to the cottage. We would leave for the cottage the next day and I would spend the rest of my Canadian summer week by a lake in dense forest.
I had time for a walk around the neighborhood, flowers blooming in front-yard gardens, splashes of color.
Also in front yards
Pride parade at a local elementary school
More to come…
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