This is one I’ve been looking forward to sharing for quite some time now. Returning to my childhood home after 15 years was a surreal experience. A rewarding experience.

Concession roads and whiskey barrels. Cedar fence posts and northern leopard frogs. Fields of corn and alfalfa. Limestone homes and coyotes that howl late at night when the Canadian Pacific train rumbles through the township. The sound of crickets and the smell of Massey Ferguson tractors. Property lines marked by lilacs and mailboxes adorned with familiar names. Signs for ‘Smitty’s New & Used Appliances’ and the trickle of the Salmon River in the late summer sun. Spend a few minutes surrounded by these stimuli and it feels like you never left.