Your prompt on this stormy Wednesday night in Vancouver is: the escape artist.
Kat and I are escaping the city this weekend for one last visit to Osoyoos before we make the official move. We'll be hauling some stuff with us that we won't need between now and then, mostly books and winter clothes.
I'll schedule the next few days posts but I might not get them all done before we have to go. Hopefully I'll have net access while I'm away but if I miss a day or two, know that they'll be up when we get back on Monday.
Here's one more picture of Vancouver before I return with more Osoyoos pictures:
My hands are tied behind my back, having been secured by a bearded man who smelled strongly of the sea. The blindfold sits snugly around my head, ensconcing me in a darkness deeper than midnight in the countryside. I can feel the eyes of the crowd studying my every move, seeking out the secret to this escape, every one of them wanting to be the one to point it out.
A gust of wind takes me by surprise and sends me teetering to the left, the crowd gasping in appropriate horror, but I manage to maintain my perch atop the telephone poll. It's all good, I've got this.
But then a crow lands on my left shoulder and his buddy lands on my hand. They hold a brief, raucous discussion over the matter at hand before the first one decides to take a lower perch and I can't help but wish that I hadn't agreed to do this trick naked.