The most loved place, for me, in this (country) has in fact been many places. It has changed (throughout) the years, as I and my circumstances have changed. I haven't really lost any of the best places from the past, though. I may no longer inhabit them, but they inhabit me, portions of memory, presences in the mind...My best place at the moment is very (different), although I guess it has some of the attributes of that long-ago place. It is a small cedar cabin on the Otonabee river in (southern) Ontario. I've lived three summers there, writing, (birdwatching), riverwatching. I sometimes feel sorry for the people in speedboats who spend their weekends zinging up and down the river at about a (million) miles an hour. For all they're able to see, the (riverbanks) might just as well be green (concrete) and the river itself flowing with molten plastic.