I see a steel bird, hurtling through the air. . . wait, there's more coming to me. . . the spirits are channeling me with an important message! There are numbers. There's a 4. . . and a 32. No wait. It's a 23. What can it mean?
Well, it would mean that I'm flying into Edmonton on Monday, April 23rd. Which is 3 weeks from now.
I'm going home to everything Cold Lake has to offer to. Today my mom wrote me an e-mail:
"The snow is melting like crazy and we have a malfunctioning sump pump. And theres lots more snow to go. At the beginning of the month the snow was up over the birdbath* so you couldn't tell what it was and now its down to just below the bowl. The pile at the front door doesn't look like it moved. I will probably have to shovel it at some point."
Ah. All the glamour north of the 54 parallel has to offer--inevitable snow in May.
I can't wait to go home. No, correction.
I can't wait to be home.
*Just for reference the birdbath comes up to my hip.