Monday, August 15, 2011

The power of three

I left London Ontario three days ago to attend my brother's wedding in Canmore.

Three days.

Three days and I have already forgotten that I live there yet at the same time I have a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach when I realize I only have three weeks left before I have to go back.

Three weeks ago I wrote the first poem I had written since I started grad school in May.

I last posted in my blog three months ago.

Stephen and Ali, now husband and wife, started dating three years ago.

Last night after cracking a fortune cookie in Windermere my fortune read: Remember this three months from now. Good things are in store for you (in bed).

It had better come true.