Fall is clearly starting to settle in at THO. I arrived there yesterday with my luggage, and left again immediately to go back to Kingston. The weather is getting cold enough that I have kept the windows closed added an additional blanket to the bed and switched my thin linen pajamas for my flannel ones. This said, I am not really at the tiny house heating it up with my own body temperature. You see I am attending the Kingston Writer’s Fest. I have seen Michael Ondaatje, Dionne Brand, Teju Cole, Andrew Westoll, Marina Nemat speak so far.
I had never heard of Teju Cole but I am happy that I now have. He puts words together with absolute poetic and wondrous purpose. Last night, I was so taken with the man’s presence and his writing that I purchased his book; I read about half of it before my eyes gave out after a long trip on the train, food, speakers, excitement and the chill at THO – it was a wonder I read at all. His words are just so good.
This morning, when I woke, I drove back into town, on the way in I saw an immature turkey vulture on the power lines. The creature allowed me to take a few photos before it lifted its wings with irritation and lifted off.
Now, I must get back to see the others who use words, speak about them.
This afternoon I will see other writers as well.