Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Waiting in North Burnaby for the right light. Traffic whipping past beside me, the long suck and hiss of the big transport-trailers gearing down the hill. White blinds parting in the second floor window of the house across the cul-de-sac, an older curious Chinese face visible there between the slats. Sun sinking behind me, shadows in the long grass. The path between the power poles slowly re-emerging from the glare. Fretwork of guy wires. Inverted triangles, like Sandbacks hung between the trees.

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