Ocean beach in northern Canada

This adventure soon ends; was it comedy, tragedy, romance, mystery, metafiction or realism?  Did the narrator create scene, crises, plot and anticipation or just boredom for the reader?  Maybe a bit of each.  For certain, the protagonist took a journey and many strangers came to town, the two universal basic plots of all story.

Venturing home slowly and in joyful sun worship, already the woes, work and responsibilities that await have needled their way back into my psyche.  I continue to breathe and force awareness of each glorious moment, not “what’s next?” but “what’s now!”.  

A pretentious, yet truthful quote from Michael Ondaatje's, The Cat's Table: "There is a story, always ahead of you.  Barely existing.  Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it.  You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character.  You find in this way the path of your life."