A Large Expanse

My trip to Canada ends today. A large expanse cannot be summed up in a few lines. The world is made up of things we like and things we dislike... Those who are aware of life here are able to know, if they have followed me in what I had written about my trip, that I have failed to talk about things I should have given a place in my papers. For example, I should have written about the cities that try to hide their newness with the garments of an ancient-of-days grandmother; about “the green pastures”, the extent of which no human eyes can delimit; about the migratory birds, whose warbling above you moves you to lift “up” your eyes; about the friends whose hearts were not defeated by the passage of years, and the others who have sold, for two pennies, a history in which the brethren have toiled over them; and about those who truly deserve that you consider them your neighbors, who want nothing from you other than your friendship and for you to have fun, that is those squirrels, here, who seem to be everywhere, to declare that the life of communion is indeed possible!... I tried to write about my journey. Writing consists of attempts.