Coincidence

A day doing very little round the streets of Charlottetown - ice creams, a walk along the waterfront, sushi sitting out at Founders Hall and a nosey round the Basilica. And later a beer with no troubadour but our barman whistled up the same drinks as yesterday - it was his last shift before heading to Halifax to start an engineering degree.
Earlier though, we’d visited the art gallery at the Confederation Centre of the Arts. Always good to get some cultural orientation - I particularly liked Kathleen Daly and George Pepper: The Land and its People. Nostalgic stuff now.
The SK went off awhile and I sat in the shelved library corner - there was one book sitting out by Alex Colville who I’d never heard of, so I opened it up. And there right in the middle of the book was this painting which I’d clocked in Halifax art gallery, but only in passing in a side room as the security guard was closing the place and we had to leave. At the time I was sad I hadn’t managed to call the SK back to look at it or to see it properly myself. Something about it just appealed.
And here it was open in front of me; the vanished painting. It gave me quite a feeling which is hard to describe. Something I thought I’d never see again, had remarkably and by chance re-emerged. That feeling hung with me all day, and I guess sadly cast a bit of a pall over things. We must move on. Literally.