
Crossing Otter Creek near Smiths Falls, Ontario on the VIA 643.
I’m on the VIA train from Ottawa to Toronto. We’ve just passed through Smiths Falls, streaking past paper white birch trees, golden fields, blazing orange maple trees, marsh reeds turned red, scarlet sumac all under a clear blue sky.
I’m listening to The Great Lakes Suite by Rheostatics, which features poetry read by Ann Carson, who today was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
I’ll meet my brother in Toronto and spend the next week with family in southern Ontario celebrating Thanksgiving together.
This just might be the most Canadian moment possible.

