Suddenly, I have an abundance of time. Everything’s stopping, everyone’s leaving for Easter. My daughter’s gone skiing, my friends are away, there’ll be noone at the office for a week or two. I’ve already had time off and I’m staying home. I’ve been looking forward to this: quiet to think, read and write. But now of course I feel a little lonely.

This morning I walked to the tip of the peninsular where the totem pole is and found, to my surprise, my silhouette, strong and quiet against last year’s dried leaves.