Friday, November 8, 2013
Coming back from the Art Fair in Toronto a couple of weeks ago, we spent the night with some very old friends. Not old in that chronological way, although we are getting there, but old in the way of friends you have known forever, who know you truly and accept all the parts of you. There is something so precious about this kind of friendship. Their house is on a bay on Lake Ontario where you can watch the lake in all her moods, The night we arrived the wind was strong, rain lashing, waves rolling high. And the next morning it was all liquid gold.