I slept badly last night, frightened gallons of adrenalin washing through my system causing my sleep to be restless and light and full of wacky dreams about futile attempts to travel. I woke after about five hours of sleep and only dozed off again for a little while a few hours later.

Today is the last day in New Hampshire; tomorrow morning I'm setting off for Toronto. I'm excited and sad and nervous and happy all at once. It feels so right, but I hate border crossings and this one is the biggest of them all. I hope I have all my documents in order.

I went for a brief walk in the field just down the road to scatter some stale peanuts to the beasts of the field. The wind was cool, a buoyant breeze washing over me both the sweet smell of summer's last wildflowers and the harbinger of autumn. The afternoon sun lit the greens of the field with gracious clarity out of a pure blue sky. The Queen Anne's lace was dried and brown and curled up on itself like an arthritic claw, waiting only to sleep through winter and be awakened again by summer's kiss. The trees were tinged with autumnal colour, a deathly orange tint creeping into their green.

And I thanked God. I thanked him for giving me this beautiful place to live in for the last two years. It has been a beautiful place, full of not only natural beauty but the beauty of people whose hearts are full of his grace. I'm thankful.