One of many inspirations to write: A cry - our land is sacred
I thought Canada would give me more time to write.
It did. But not doing anything – and actually being able to write – if prolonged – may be a scary reality for a new immigrant.
Canada affords one many pleasures, like exploration of its many parks and walkways, or the comfort of its libraries where one can read and browse at his own leisure, or the contemplation of an oak tree losing all its leaves in winter, or of the snow, dainty and pristine, falling in all its innocence when the warm winds has failed to turn its specks into rain.