Our writing today shall revolve around the word: skittish.
Summer has apparently arrived in Osoyoos. It was supposedly 32 today (felt hotter than that) and the forecast is calling for 36 tomorrow.
I do believe I hear the beach calling my name...
There are a very small number of things that I can trust without hesitation in this world. Beyond what follows, I view everything with suspicion and doubt. It's not an easy way to live, but it's allowed me to get this far.
Firstly, I know that any wind strong enough to bend a pine tree to the point that it is parallel to the horizon is one that requires shelter be sought immediately.
Secondly, if a man has enough liquor in him he will believe himself invincible.
I make absolutely certain that I never consume to this point, no matter how safe the situation appears. Especially in those moments when all seems well.
And finally, should my trusted horse Crimson become skittish I know, without the smallest shadow of a doubt, that Trouble has saddled up and is on its way to my door.