There’s something really magical about sharing every aspect of your life with someone. My partner Ethain and I were out in the woods on a lake in a yurt an hour outside of Ottawa. We went hiking to the yurt through thick woods, snow and flooded creeks on an April afternoon and when we arrived, the sun set to greet us. The yurt was sturdy and on top of a hill, with two bunk beds and a big table with four chairs. E got the fire started outside and I started the smaller wood stove inside, warming the place for those who were about to meet us.
That night was beautiful and full of wine and music and campfires. The moon was full and bright, lighting the deep navy sky and the trees and the snow and the ice on the lake. Snuggled under the skylight, we slept soundly and woke to a beautiful, ridiculously warm day. The morning was full of oranges and mushroom tea that got us off to the races for noon – the five of us explored the lake uninterrupted. We found an island with a small man made dam, on one side of it the frozen lake and on the other a pool lit by the sun, beautiful and clear and green. Running through the ice cold water to get to the island, we muddled through mud and climbed trees and just sat in the dead grass, my head in E’s lap and felt the sun on my limbs.
We climbed up a massive, untouched hill and through the leafless trees slowly. E and I had left the rest of the group – they had flew down the hill quickly and we took our time – him, becoming pine trees he touched and I was holding his arms, enamoured by the beautiful man before me.
We ended up off the hill on a green rock overlooking the lake, talking and kissing and laughing and oh, it was beautiful. There are few moments as lovely as the last days you can spend with loved ones that are leaving – as he was – and when every second counts, holding hands and talking on a rock is pretty damn fantastic. As the temperature crawled to chilly, we ran back to our yurt – in quick bursts, to avoid the freezing air – and made it back just in time to hear the thunder rumble and the skies open up. In the safe shelter of our yurt we watched buckets pour down on the skylight and warmed our cold limbs by the fire, eating whatever we hadn’t yet and celebrating life and togetherness.
Now, E is off to Newfoundland for the summer and though I am so excited to see him in July I am more excited that he landed such an incredible job in such a magical place. Beautiful humans gotta go beautiful places.