The limbo between life and death is not something easily described.  I would explain it as a living state, but that is only because I assume those who read this are alive.  My senses blurred into one another; the world a constant stream of haze.  Inside my mind, I find no real thought process.  All the words have started to jumble and I can’t ( Read more... )

Saskatchewan winters are the harshest I’ve ever known. The wind snaps at you and the chill creeps into your bones. The snakes of snow slither along the banks and over the roads to find new homes in drifts and banks in a foreign field. It is gorgeous; the whites, the grays, the purples, the blacks. Landscapes like these are picturesque and are often ( Read more... )