Three Days After Canada Day

Three days later much had changed. Just occasional waves reached the bike path nearest the bandstand. They looked thin, doomed.
The bandstand could've played through it all. I attended a love-in there in about 1969, played concerts with the Lions Band. Trombone. When horns were required by progressive rockers, the time of Lighthouse and Chicago and Blood Sweat and Tears, I covered the 'bone chart for Kharma, a band that lasted not much longer than three or four gigs around Regina, the last at the bandstand on a Saturday afternoon.

For the lake to achieve even that much overflow today the lake needs wind. Those two have been at it for a hundred and thirty-some years.

I heard the fireworks on Canada Day, saw people walking there with blankets.
It's a day bracing and fair.