pedalling along the quiet backstreets of town where childhood nostalgia rustles through the autumn air, there is a calming beauty i have never seen before.  perhaps nature’s grace has poignantly hidden herself behind summer’s confusing spell.  alas, the fading summer rays flicker out into the early night sky.  solace rediscovered in the wake of a new season’s solstice.  i find my harmonic balance in transit somewhere between peace park and monk’s cove.  cross-legged on the bench with lake ontario crashing at my feet i sit centred; creativity restored.