The need to share things – for them to be real? To remember them? To not feel so alone? To leave a mark?

One of the  2 solo travellers I shared an evening with at Pancake Bay provincial park wondered if all solo travellers kept journals as the three of us did. (as an aside the two solo travellers were put in my path one, as a sign that I will not always be alone if I choose to interact with people and 2 that not all men are possible predators that I need to be leery of – as an aside to my aside I wonder what is worst, to be a woman scared of men who might harm me or to be a man and know that woman are scared of me – I actually think the second is worst as the first is caution, the second guilt by association.

Pas de moments de grace encore, mais des moments de bien-être et de fierté en ma compétence.