The last few days have been splendid. I sit in my house and look out at the ocean, the sun dancing off the dark blue peaceful waters of our inland sea, as the sun prepares to set behind the mountains. The colour of the water is deep, and I am reminded of the “wine-red sea” of Homer. During the day there are eagles, herons, kayakers and sailboats. Now, in the evening, off in the distance in front of the islands that I look out at, there is a tug boat slowly pulling barges full of wood chips to the pulp mill up deep at the end of the fjord (Howe Sound).
Recently I have been reading about 20th century Chinese history, but tonight I am going to read some German history.
The Linguist Test 3 