
St. John\\`s, Newfoundland
The moon is bloated and bright, a real full orange moon, and I'm walking down Casey St., a real steep hill heading down towards the water, and I'm in Newfoundland!, and I feel grand. A month in the tundra and a few days in Winnipeg broke in my not-too-old new shoes, and they make soft-slap padding sounds as I stretch my legs down the hill with a smile. I whisper the name of the place under my breath, "Newfoundland", and am filled with excitement, the word like ...