In Memory of Gordon Lightfoot

“It’s nice here,” he said, checking in. “I expected it to be … over the top, excessive. I apologize for that; I’m very appreciative of the chill vibe.” “This place changes to match the person who enters the gates; every welcome is a custom job,” Peter said with a smile. “If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell; just like an old time movie ’bout a ghost from a wishing well; in a castle dark or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet; you know that ghost is me; and I will never be set free as long as I’m a ghost that you can't see,” he sang then, feeling a bittersweetness at the edge of The Everlasting. “I love that song,” Peter whispered. “I found my way with it,” he shared, pleased to remember and claim those words again. “I’m grateful for it - all of it,” he said softly, and moved on with an easy stride.