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Back in Oro life seems to move at
the pace of a horse trot.
I wake each morning to a warm
greeting of waving tails as the cows
outside my bedside window graze.
There's hardly a noise to be heard
besides the chirps of birds looking for a mate
and the whistle of the cool wind.
The trees are barren of bud
and only daffodils have bloomed.
And when dusk falls
the sky's set ablaze over a panoramic view
of lake Simcoe and rolling hills -
the sun fades
orange, yellow, green, blue
and the sky is re-illuminated by
interstellar spirits.

No shops, trucks or cabs in
this suburban countryside.