We leave in the pouring rain, feeling some empathy for my friend’s husband, who has risen at dawn to run a half marathon. The wet weather disappears quickly as we follow the Lake Superior route to Thunder Bay under warm blue skies. We stop for a romp on the beach at Pancake Bay – the most beautiful beach in the world. A moose standing on the side of the road this side of Wawa pricks up its ears at the sound of Death Cab For Cutie, which is emanating from our passing vehicle:

When I was young, lying in the grass, I felt so safe in a warming bath of sunlight, of sunlight.  Fast open sky could do no harm, like an embrace of a mother’s arms in sunlight