Refuge

The wind tackles the beach. Squabbling gulls lift, glide then return to a battered pier as if tethered.

Driving through Toronto left me no choice but to careen into the torpedo of traffic fighting for custody over ten southbound lanes.  Eventually, vehicles scatter off the QEW.

I followed my inner radar to water and sky and take refuge along the shore of Lake Erie towards the town of Dunkirk, NY

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